growing

I still think

I’d rather be a weed

than any

fancy flower.

 

Let me grow

off kilter

from scattered seed

 

up through

cracked sidewalks,

 

drinking up

drops of hot rain

and soaking up

the cold sun.

 

And, when,

my bloom is brightest

pick me quick

and take me home.

Reviews

[M.E.Lyle]

A real rebel you are. I usually let the clover take over my back yard during the spring while every one else is trying to kill it. I like clover and certain wild things that grow in my yard. I didn't have to plant them, they just spring up all by themselves.

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Breathtaking...I too have always preferred weeds and wildflowers..the ones that everyone disregards and puts down as being too plain...well I'm a plain girl and I'll take my vegetation plain any day :) You honor the dear souls of the misunderstood weeds :) Lovely

[SparrowPoet]

I really enjoy this kind of writing, and these sentiments as well :) This is a lovely little sketch, bringing out the beauty in something that so often goes unnoticed. I try to live my life as a weed - surviving on little, taking my opportunities when they come, preferring the unpretentious. I don't think I've ever put it so well as this poem does. I love the second stanza - 'Let me grow off kilter from scattered seed'.

[Jeff]

A beautiful poem.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Oh!..i understand this well.I liked 'soaking up the cold sun'.Any given day i would like to grow free and wild soaking up the cold lessons of life,then warming them up with my insight rather than grow in a protected life with few lessons to learn..:)

[Robin]

Emily, you give honor to the seemingly lost and forgotten .

[Jonhoi Vaughn]

"pick me quick and take me home". If you keep using words like that, you will experience boundless growth!

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. it's the beauty that you exude ... effortlessly ... making your words more ravishing every day, hour, minute, second ... so inspiring ...

[paul]

yes! from scattered seed. and through cracked sidewalks. those are my favorites: the miraculous ones... and the rain does get hot in the summer... and the sun seemingly cold in the winter... alway bewildered , bemused and confused... in the best way possible by your amazing talent

[J. Hampton]

to be able to thrive and make a comeback anywhere ...and to be
vitally shining in our 15 minutes while @ our best

[alan peter kelly]

like i have a CHOICE to be anything other than the number rolled upon the dice of life...ha ha....and bloom? my blooming days are blooming long gone yet still one can blossom in ways only wisdom / wit and age can negotiate...and this poem has had me thinking of such variations which makes it inspiritory so there you go this one's a winner giddyup!!!