I plant seeds,
roses, and petunias, all laced with bitterweed,
cast out fertilizer
and await the rain.
Poetry grows,
but only the bitterweed thrives;
its thick steams consume the garden,
prevent the aroma of scented memories ~
rosy days filled
with fond remembrance of you.
I **** through strangling stalks
to free the roses and petunias,
to allow them to weave
their own paths through the garden,
but i cannot grasp
the thick tangled roots of bitterweed.
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 7:26 AM UTC
I plant seeds,
roses, and petunias, all laced with bitterweed,
cast out fertilizer
and await the rain.
Poetry grows,
but only the bitterweed thrives;
its thick steams consume the garden,
prevent the aroma of scented memories ~
rosy days filled
with fond remembrance of you.
I **** through strangling stalks
to free the roses and petunias,
to allow them to weave
their own paths through the garden,
but i cannot grasp
the thick tangled roots of bitterweed.
© 1995, Iona Nerissa
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