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the weed
by Glenn CurrierI love the persistence
of the weed,
the way it insinuates
itself into the world
wherever there's an opening.
Like a good friend
it never gives up.
It needs
little water
and no fertilizer.
It hangs on
by the tiniest of roots.
The crust, the armor
must be cracked
for it to pop through
from the fertile soil
living beneath.
I love the Weed
and its patience.
It is
the blood
the sperm
of the Universe. 12/28/2001 Author's Note: This is a re-post, placed here for a friend on this site and because it is a favorite of my poems.
Posted on 12/28/2001
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/03/03 at 05:23 PM Much truth and wisdom here in this perspective. Like the weed, I see your poetry too covers a lot of ground. :oD |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 05/27/03 at 06:20 AM Yes it is quite the wild element, one of Nature's representatives of entropy. well said, you capture its inseminating spread succinctly |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/06/06 at 04:12 AM As an avid gardener, I have various thoughts about vigorous plants that invade non-native areas, but I do like how you compare the rigor and persistence of a weed to a true friend - that I can get on board with for sure!! |
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