A flower's musings

Hi Phil!
I love the allegory (I think this is the word? Or metaphors) implemented in your story. I think it goes deeper the more one thinks about it.

For me, the lines:

"Just then, they pluck Dahlia

and put her in their hair."

and

"They stop to admire Hibiscus,"

show that the flowers to the audience, or "they" for that matter, are there for the pleasure of their eyes. I think it's true when tomato, our narrator, says:

"and when they see me, they say,

"What a fine tomato you'll be one day!""

I think it shows that they recognise your potential, something to be better than those who are overlooked or ignored. You have something to show, yet you must cultivate it first.

For me, as a girl, I'd say I feel bad for myself, but not as bad as to the other flowers that are looked at or plucked. Sure, I'd want that for me too, to be admired for my beauty, but in this economy, gurl, beauty only gets you so far.

Tomatos are essential for a myriad of dishes. Heck, tomato is absolutely integral in Italian cuisine. Flowers are flowers, they get plucked, stared at, and eventually go back into the earth. Tomatoes go through a far more rigorous process as deemed by the farmer, the seller, and consumer. You're worth more than flowers, yet let's not lower another flower's confidence.

Much love! <33

I absolutely adore the quiet pain that this coveys, as well as the twinge of jealousy from the tomato plant. I also enjoy how the ending of the thought from you/the narrator is also a poem. This style of poetry, the kind that’s deep and meaningful without trying too hard and seems simple at first, is one of my favorite.

The first stanza (I think that’s what it’s called?) hits me hard, as it diminishes the tomato plant to what it *will* be, and not what it already is. The last few lines of the ending stanza of the top half feels powerful as well.

As Mangledsoul said, I really like that the poem doesn’t have a bitter or unpleasant ending. It feels as if the tomato plant is learning to love itself, even though the ending half is no longer from the POV of the tomato plant. This was a wonderful read.

Keep up the great work, and I hope you have a wonderful day/night!

This poem honestly hurts in a quiet way. Like it doesn’t scream pain, it just sits there and makes your chest feel heavy. The whole tomato flower thing? Sounds simple at first, but damn, it’s deep without trying too hard.
I really felt that line where people admire roses and hibiscus and then look at the speaker like, “oh you’ll be something later.” That’s such a real feeling, yk? Like being reduced to your future potential and nobody caring about who you are right now. That “blunted arrows” line? Yeah, that hit. Not dramatic, just painfully honest.
The part about Dahlia being plucked and put in their hair… uff. That comparison is sad and beautiful at the same time. Being chosen vs being left alone. And that question "alive but overlooked or dead but loved" bro, that’s such a raw thought. People don’t usually say it out loud but everyone’s thought it at least once.
What I really liked is how the poem doesn’t end bitter. It slowly softens. The “maybe” part feels like the speaker trying to heal themselves, trying to see meaning instead of just pain. Like maybe being unseen doesn’t mean being unimportant. Maybe worth doesn’t always need applause.
The language is simple but it works. No heavy words, no showing off. It feels genuine, like someone just thinking to themselves late at night. Overall, this poem feels gentle, sad, hopeful, and real, all mixed together. It stays with you, quietly.

This poem honestly hurts in a quiet way. Like it doesn’t scream pain, it just sits there and makes your chest feel heavy. The whole tomato flower thing? Sounds simple at first, but damn, it’s deep without trying too hard.
I really felt that line where people admire roses and hibiscus and then look at the speaker like, “oh you’ll be something later.” That’s such a real feeling, yk? Like being reduced to your future potential and nobody caring about who you are right now. That “blunted arrows” line? Yeah, that hit. Not dramatic, just painfully honest.
The part about Dahlia being plucked and put in their hair… uff. That comparison is sad and beautiful at the same time. Being chosen vs being left alone. And that question "alive but overlooked or dead but loved" bro, that’s such a raw thought. People don’t usually say it out loud but everyone’s thought it at least once.
What I really liked is how the poem doesn’t end bitter. It slowly softens. The “maybe” part feels like the speaker trying to heal themselves, trying to see meaning instead of just pain. Like maybe being unseen doesn’t mean being unimportant. Maybe worth doesn’t always need applause.
The language is simple but it works. No heavy words, no showing off. It feels genuine, like someone just thinking to themselves late at night. Overall, this poem feels gentle, sad, hopeful, and real, all mixed together. It stays with you, quietly.

I like the soft, warm vibes this poem gives the reader. It's short, but pretty sweet too.

The poem personifies flowers as if they are their own characters in a film that plays in your head. There is no film, obviously, but there is an idea that flowers can represent one's personality and way of life. A flower starts small, then grows up like a human being. Once they are exposed to the sun, they are exposed to the world. The flower metaoh8r really highlights the development of people as they grow over time.

There's also the fact that the poem doesn't rhyme, and that's a good thing. It doesn’t really nay form of structure; instead, it follows a simple, yet complex story about growing up and losing your fears. We also have fears in life, but eventually, we get through it. The idea of fear is as old as time itself, but it allows others the chance to be themselves. It allows people to find out once they grow up, they become aware of those fears and start to realize them.

I also like how the latter part of the poem is in italics to signify who is talking. But we don't wh his talking. We know that the writer is playing the reader i another POV to see another person's side of the story. I believe that switching allows us to imagine ourselves in the shoes of another person; if we don't care about one person, we like the other. When we switch perspectives, we put ourselves in other peoples' shoes and learn to cope with the.

Overall this is a short, if rather sweet, poem that gives us a glimpse into someone's mind using flowers as comparison. I believe that as we grow older, we find our understanding of the world and begin to learn more and grow better. 5/5

Heya. I’m not sure if I have the time for a review later and I don’t want to lose the streak so here I am to look at poetry :3

Hmmmmmm my first thought is: Maybe Tomatos bloom prettily anyway? I asked the wife and she said “well they bloom kinda pretty but are still boring”. So… In no way a compliment. Poor MC ☹

Oh that is an interesting question

alive yet overlooked
or dead but loved.

Maybe it thinks of all the seeds
which may be trees in their own right.