plants
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Through the cold month
A thin grape vine curls up
A ruined chimneyStanding in a field,
Kissed by rain,
Stone and brick
Are made the same
Children already grown
Kisses already forgotten
Plants already flowered
Flowers already burgeoned
I was there when you built your garden
I helped you pick what plants to grow
I held your hand when you spoke of the harvest and all the meals we would share.
the growing weed never stopsuntil we cut it down,and when we dowe’ve controlled its fatebecoming too much of an optimist.is growing flowers too late?
It comes into your life-
A fresh soul,
Awaiting a home
Waiting for tender loving and care
You could offer them the world
A field of friends,
Connected by roots
But when you start to neglect
Plants
and metaphor
like the mimosa-
so super sensitive
it recoils from
touch
or is as one
pathologically
withdrawn...
and the saxifrage-
a testament
to resilience-
It’s lonely to be the first bloom
You wake from a long sleep
Excited to see the new world
Winter snow melting away
Revealing the long-hidden green
Only to find yourself all alone
My right-side brain's growing fowers,
my lungs are sprouting roots.
My heart's a dripping beehive,
its sweetness all for you.
So wrap it all up in paper,
send a burnt offering to the sky.
Prickly
And maybe not always the kindest
But we're tough
We won't
Give up our place in the desert
We are hard on the outside
But soft on the inside
Just like America
I am only overwhelmed with pure joy;
It is when I take in that sweet fresh air.
The smell of rain lingers as a decoy,
It's a distraction to the lack of care.
Oh, powerful Sun
Illuminated still
Like a plant, I reach to you
’til I’ve had my fill.
So, I flower & I fruit
& make aromatic scents
with my skin living in
perpetual radiance.
Your lips were rose petals, dipped in natural moisture
and your skin was kissed by the sun,
leaving me constantly warm.
Leaves of green,
Lo, have you seen?
They cover all the soil,
For grow they must,
In Earth they trust,
So all the day they toil.
Oh look at the trees
the leaves fall every day
the trees dont blink an eye
leaves are meant to be this way
So why do we care
about the words someone might say
about the look of a stare
It was never easy. But now it is harder.
Seems harder no
Is harder
When I didn't know, they came
Like wind
I was alone
I was free
Free and alone
From youth, I knew not all plants grow --
Some are cut at the roots,
Some sprout of row,
And some never see the light of day
And feel the rain on their leaves
And the sun on their cheeks
Plants inhale my exhales.
I inhale their exhales.
The bond between mother nature and man allows for a breath of fresh air.
I watch them move
They move left and right , back and forth as the wind glides across it wings
Its strong, it can stay put as long as no one or nothing tears it down
As the light shines around me/ all I can see/ is the world broken to pieces/glass is shattered/scattered on the ground/there is no more green/rather everything is gray and brown/death hangs in the air/the fresh air is knocked out of me/what
Humans are Ignorant;
Illiterate and Inexperienced.
We live in a world Poisoned by Greed.
When I peer closely, I can see you there
Your tiny head pokes out above the ground
Your fight against the world is newly found,
As men will question, “How much will you bear?”
America's Garden
Here in America diversity is key,
Seen on this soil are seeds from overseas,
Sailing on water or flying in air,
The common goal of freedom brings those seeds there,
His fingertips stroked my lips softly,
As he poured life onto me
I gasped at the sudden coolness and
Embraced the warm sunlight
Shining on my bare back
I moaned as his liquid flowed down,
Notes
from plants-
it’s clear now.
Soon, few will know
of the Earth as it once was- bewitching.
Green life tied with enthusiasm,
Purely white buds seeking its way out full of plasm.
The orchidanceae utterly grows,
If given its periodic dose.
Day by day its stem reaches out,
3/30/2010, age 15, school project
As a passion burns right through the soul,
Wood turns to embers that glow with the last,
Only to leave the broken compounds of its atoms behind.
The plans the worries the stresses the fears.
We all want to smile but some don't know how.
The ability was lost some time ago without realizing what we've done to ourselves.
To my long and greying friend,
gracing the corner where
my end-table could not fit
and my lamp left glares in my
late-night television;
to my houseplant.
We've been together
Consume the worldIn a fleshy fruit!Savor its flavorDevour the bruteWe fight for what we eat Even though there’s not enough meatThe pesticides, the herbicides, the fallen leaves
My dearest plant,You have a purpose. You are loved.You are adored by all who see youYou may not know it yet, but the world still needs youFor your production of clean air,
Green sprouts from the earth
A new living creature's birth
In the optimistic breezy day
The hours run away
Popping then dancing in the breeze
That is the way of nature's ease
We seed
We grow
We bud
We blossom
We spread
We wilt
As my short,
Singular life progressed,
I thought not of those ‘round me
I thought only of getting to the top.
I wished for you, oh the greatest of things.
I thought it was what you most certainly needed,
and that purpose I had could not be defeated.
I took it upon me,
not wish for some selfish deed,
When you look out your window, what do you see?
I see trees in a line, they do not look free.
They yearn for the life of their wild-grown kin
Cast off
Sea winds light.
Laying along the gunwale, I drape my arms
Skimming the heavy blue
A warm body, irresistible, so cohesive
Unstoppable motion
Sacred air
Face of calm, archaic organisms
Birthed by the Earth,
God planted me here.
I've grown not much
throughout these long years.
Roots settled in,
My stalk began to rise.
As a fragile bud, though,
I turned from sunrise.
I witnessed in a root
that stood in my mother’s garden
Brown burning water to mud
then dust,
Polluting veins required for breath,
for leaves hanging like clipped
Falling to the earth.
Blood spilling.
Screams chilling.
Utterly our ancestors a-screaming.
In the penetrated sky i await
For the delicious prey to reappear
I ready the unforgivable bait
And lure the wandering target thats near.
The sweet dulling scent of loveable food
