Wild Weed

There is a patch in my garden where flowers do not grow .
Like an open wound on flesh it lies bare ,
and I try to hide it from the stare ;
that people give , 'cause I dont want them to know ;

 

that , there once grew flowers but I did not care .
A wild weed once flourished on that ground .
Maybe its roots had dug inside and found ,
that ; it could live with what was inside there.

 

But I , who was growing flowers for a show ,
dug it out and planted fancy flowers
and labored on them foolishly for hours ,
but they died and left a patch in my garden  ; where flowers do not grow .

Reviews

[MOON]

Deep and thought provoking write . I love the last stanza especially.

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. oh, it's extremely fascinating and enriching to witness your journey ... em and i often talk about how most of us don't have a good enough spatial sense ... plus (and the word plus is stolen from paul) ... it takes a while to reach a point where there is no "resolution loss" ... meaning that what we say is congruent with what we do and what we think ... but once we're on that path ... then there's greater likelihood of us being able to deploy our resources (tangible and intangible) ... optimally ...

[Ed Hart]

i like it when the poet says something while saying something else

[pheasant]

a nicely flowing testament to the sometimes mysterious and powerful forces of mother nature and how the cycles of time help us to learn from it. i also like the openness of the extra spaces... giving it the more room to breathe and keeping it from feeling cluttered, which can happen with lots of punctuation

[luciddreamer]

I am extremely impressed with this writing....it brought much insight to me..thank you...

Peace
Robin

[Tate Morgan]

But I , who was growing flowers for a show ,
dug it out and planted fancy flowers
and labored on them foolishly for hours ,
but they died and left a patch in my garden ; where flowers do not grow .

This is the best of this piece so like teasedale it Reminds me of her meanderings
I like it

[Arielle Ann]

no one should be deprived from what is rightfully theirs....the weed was the rightful owner of that patch, ....beautiful composition...loved your word flow...

[Coyote Poetry]

A very interesting poem. My Grandfather loved his garden. The flowers made him content. He used his hand to create beauty. A excellent poem. You brought back good memories with your words.
Coyote