I brought you me, translated
but you don’t like poetry,
words arranged in bouquets.
the subtlety of phloem
reject the dizzy
of breathing the bloom
I could sense the sting of truth, but more importantly, the strength of self-belief … yet another reason to mind the adage to stop and smell the roses? Awesome poem Susan.
Thank you! Inspired by another WordPress poet–I see a series of wry little poems like this over the next week or so, until the well dries up 😉
On Wed, Apr 2, 2014 at 12:42 PM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
This is so fabulous–can’t say any more, as I’m shaking my head in recognition.
Hee, hee. We all have one like that.
On Wed, Apr 2, 2014 at 3:41 PM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
a well-executed ex-ing, I’d say
Men are dumb. Scientifically-proven reality, I’m afraid.
Smiling. Some are.
On Wed, Apr 2, 2014 at 10:22 PM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
hard to train at the very least….snap. 🙂
I’d rather put my nose in your petals any day. Phloem? This magnificent word takes me back to college. You are so dang smart. 😉
Aw, thanks! Botany. Once upon a time (before I grew things and tended them), I almost failed my botany lab because I killed my seed germination experiment twice. Who knew you couldn’t just water the seeds once, and then ignore the things for two weeks?
On Thu, Apr 3, 2014 at 11:13 PM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
You’re a better gardener now, I suppose?
Much better. Oddly enough, I can only grow veggies and herbs, things that feed us, and only if they eventually go outside.
My mother, with her 30-year-old Christmas cacti and tea-fed African violets would only be half-proud 😉
On Fri, Apr 4, 2014 at 12:05 AM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
Tear down the roses and throw out the violets. Give me bitter greens and lemon trees. 🙂
Bitter greens. Yum. Can’t wait for them fresh.
On Fri, Apr 4, 2014 at 1:14 PM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
Me too. Soon.
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