i ate a four-leaf clover and
consumed its luck, which died in me.
i lied in the quick, quiet field,
killing the grass,
looking to set myself free.
i drank and i drank
from every river, every creek,
my thirst unsatisfied until it had every sea.
my touch burned down forests,
my glance slaughtered meadows,
when climbing and looking for everything, anything,
i killed every tree.
in my quest for satisfaction,
i murdered the sky,
and yet nowhere have i found the fulfillment
i believe key.
thus, starved for complacency,
i continue my fruitless killing spree.
I hear him mention that my greatness is that of a family name
and in that moment I understand I am nothing but a legacy.
And my tears are the vines that climb the deck
and put out his cigarette
and my memories create a storm
and dilate his ***** 'till it is water
-it takes time to see your true magic
My father relates success to my family line. It is meant to be a joke but the narcissism still lies. It leaves an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach.
Lovers, forget your quarrels and
Listen to the flower,
The finch’s tune,
And find the love in them.
And win the fight within
And then, lovers, your
Fight will be
A hundred miles away.
Inspired by Robert Frost's "Wind and Willow Flower"
My roots have rotted.
The soil is dry.
My leaves have crumbled
My petals, fallen.
I am no longer a plant.
I am forgotten.
Their morning glories have bloomed
With the rise of the sun
The look of a flower that will stay blossomed
The fullness of the flower
Looks to never
Lose that form
A continuation of sweet flavors
With the rest of the town
With the moon lit
Mine must have
Fallen back asleep
But now there is nothing
No whispers of kind comments
nor ear for reciprocation
The space now looking an awful lot
Like when the morning glory was just planted
Like the morning glory was never planted
Was there even a flower to begin with?
I simply don't believe so.
I'd promise to not anticipate it's bloom tomorrow
But I cannot make that promise
- Is it all in my head or is this truly the cycle of this disappointing plant
Do they grow in soil
Nature is within us and around us...it is so inspiring!
Apology for not reading your poems...life is not permitting me!
I'm starting anew,
taking shoots of my life: green –
that I'll pass around.
For Maria Godschalk
Health Care Centre of Our Lady, location East, ward B8
Collection "Different times"
Slowly slowly creeping up the vine
How many ants will die in my lifetime?
How many crave the sun deep below the earth
And care nothing for the vine the mind is telling them to search?
Grapes grown over
Over over over
Crushing wooden posts and stealing sun from most
My watermelon plants.
How many questions circling uselessly...
And how many ants never get the chance
To see the end
Of a daunting, pointless task.
i couldn't be stopped.
rooted in struggle, aimed towards the sun,
set to defy the forces pulling me into the dirt;
i was born to grow.
People are like plants, they need care to live
to survive diseases and die peacefully.
We are looking for someone who will give
us the chance to be treated equally.
© Matthew Harlovic