Sitting idle
The hothouse flower blooms in isolation,
Born in an era of sickness
Facing the sunlight outside the bedroom window
Watching, waiting for the world to start.
The flower stands alone, with roots grounded in fear
Petals reaching towards the sun. Nothing, no one else.
The hothouse flower knows only it’s home,
Growing and growing
Never knowing when it will see the outside.
It watches bees buzz outside in droves,
even some flowers growing together.
“Idiots”.
The flower waits,
Until it can grow in a garden of triumph.
ENGL110 Spring 2020 11:15-12:05 
It was so cool how you personified the flower like a person waiting for the pandemic to end. The line “The hothouse flower knows only its home” made me think about babies’ lives during this time. It’s such a tough time to enter the world, and I sometimes worry about how it will shape the rest of their childhoods. I loved the simple “Idiots” because it showed that the hothouse flower is confident being all alone. Great poem!
-Michael Muscato
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I loved growing and growing comment. While reading this part I paused. It felt like a natural flow of words. My favorite line was “the flower waits.” I feel this can be interpreted in so many ways. It allows the reader to have their own spin on your writing. This was probably my favorite poem I read on this site today. Great work!
– Vienna Iacona
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