Ivy

Ivy’s not discriminating,

Despite what we’ve been told.

Not only does it deign to grow

On colleges of old,

But also on the warehouses

That lurk against the docks,

And also on the forest floor

Among the logs and rocks.

 

Ivy’s not pretentious,

Despite what you may know;

It clings unto the mortar

‘Gainst storms of rain or snow,

And shrivels in the sunlight

Of summer’s brightest day.

I know that where the ivy grows

It never goes away.

Reviews

[Georgios]

I enjoyed it. Nice writing!

[JenniferMarie]

Beautiful.

"It clings into the mortar
'Gainst storms of rain or snow"

Beautiful image I imaged them growing along a brick wall of a home.

"Also along the forest floors
Among the logs and rocks"

Great write.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the old building with the ivy. Give them extra life and mystery.. I enjoyed your thoughts in the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry for Ivy.
Coyote

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahaha! thanks for the chuckle ... ivy is scarce on the upper midwest prairies but i know enough of it to enjoy your poem
E.