"ericaceous" poems
Aerate my mind,
Plant the bulbs of new thought,
As germination of your methods begin, roots take in other parts of my brain.
The soil of my mind, so rich with life, do not give me ericaceous ideas.
Know my temperament, know my methods, know what to pollinate.
Let me blossom on my own accord,
While you may be deciduous, let me be
Evergreen.
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 11:32 AM UTC