Plant Pot Poems #8 - The growing business
Some plants take to growing more than others. Some poems do too!
Another week has flown by. And here is another little poetry email making its way to your inbox.
I remember writing this poem with a little sense of anger. It was pregnant with that feeling that comes from watching something grow. A kind of jealousy, due to one’s own stunted path. In this case we have two plants, one speaking about the other. Fascinated by the miracle of growth and strength. I’ve always been interested in the “growing business”, but I don’t know much about it.
For some
it comes easy,
and everything falls
in the right place,
and they hold
together
the letters of their name,
and the world moves,
to make way.
But I sink.
As I said, there is a little anger in this poem, but it ends with fascination, and when the red mist clears, perhaps that is not so bad. This is one of those poems, where I’m not sure exactly what I’m trying to describe, so I’m trying to bottle a feeling. I hope you find something in here. Let me know.
Here is my poem: