Cutting the lawn and surveying the front gardens this afternoon, I caem upon an old friend in a new light and was struck with inspiration for a topic for today's free-form poem.
Shaggy center of a small overgrown neighborhood--Stay Poetic!
When I first came to visit,
you welcomed me
as a well-groomed gentle-plant--
a picture of ordered strength
all neatly groomed branches
above carefully turned mulch.
But now, you,
perhaps like I,
have grown sloppy and large,
the slovenly middle-aged center
around which
cousin ferns and neophew hostas
lay their seed,
a means of carrying on
in the shadow of
your own poor manners.
Wildly overgrown and undisciplined--
softened shape and bedraggled limbs,
together you and I
will once again
find form.
1 comment:
That is a beautiful Japanese maple and a poem to match.
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