Those Seeds Don't Grow In Here

Mood: Reflective

 

 

 

I look at the wall
And at the window
With the threadbare curtain
And at the clock that time stopped
Even though the seeds of time
Grow with love.
But the only thing that grows in here
Is a green plastic plant
That doesn’t need water
And a spider
That grows bigger and bigger.
So how did I get in here?
And is this where
I wanted to be?
I wonder.

I think back to a naïve young teen
In white buck shoes
And a pony tail
Who just knew life wasn’t fair
And couldn’t wait
Until she was old enough
To change the world.
And where did she go?

Because it’s looking to me
Like the world is exactly the same
As it was then
And it was me that changed.
Me and the clock
Because, for some reason,
We’ve both run
Down

And time
Just lies in pieces
On the ground

And the spider
Just gets bigger
And bigger

So why am I content, then
To sit here,
Now,

And count the cobwebs on the wall?


 

Reviews

[Michael X]

Jeri, your poem is depthfully beautiful in the essence of what it means to define the heart
the very thought of intention dwells in your words, projection, you've expressed this poem
in a masterfully posed way conceptualizing reflections and times past, in ways reliving lost

memories, and what seeds can grow in plastic dirt, to reflect on mistakes and the idea of
coming to terms, to find a resting point for thoughts, finding solace in the idea of knowing
the world has changed a bit, and sometimes all one can do is count cobs-to go with the flow.

Because it's looking to me
Like the world is exactly the same
As it was then
And it was me that changed."

[darkgurl]

This is just wonderful here, this is wonderfully written and expressed, this spoke to me.
"
So why am I content, then
To sit here,
Now,

And count the cobwebs on the wall?"

Just love these lines right here, this is a most well written piece......Kim

[Raef C. Boylan]

Hey, this is really great.
The parallel between you and the clock, although not subtle, is handled really well.
There's some good, self-deprecating humour throughout your piece. I liked the contrast you drew between lack of life where the narrator wants it, and the spider that "gets bigger and bigger".
There are sad aspects to this - it almost serves as a warning to youth - but you haven't made it too intense, so it remains a likeable, thought-provoking poem.
Thanks for sharing it with us.

[Nassira]

I read your poem over and over again ... that is one of a kind! I love the part with the plastic plant and the one with the spider but I must say overall I really enjoyed the way you pictured how time is running. We cannot even figure out how fast time is running and how fast we grow from children to adults within (it feels sometimes like only a couple of years!).
Very talented gift Geri :)

Salam (peace) to you

[Kelly Scheppers]

You have an infinite capacity for touching the heart and soul of your reader! This reads brilliantly, Jeri...and even stirs the appearence of goosebumps!

"And it was me that changed.
Me and the clock
Because, for some reason,
We've both run
Down"

This reminded me of a song by the late Dan Fogelberg titled "Windows and Walls".....so beautiful!


My best,
Kelly

[Suelou]

A wonderful poem. I truly enjoyed reading it.

[Who among Fire]

You portray "the wait" very well. Comes across in a fluid manner. Well written.

[Heavenly Scent]

Brilliantly portrayed - I know this feeling all too well. Have all those years really gone and where did they go? And, more to the point, what have I done with them? Beautifully written - thanks :)

[Just Manoosh]

So beautifully penned. You have an esquisite (sp) touch.

Mx

[Tovli]

loved the graphics. totally one of the best poems I have read of yours--and I too am so happy to see your poetry again! tovli