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(broken skin) paradigm shift
by Richard Paezforgive me this trespass;
i did not mean to disturb
that which is not mine.
remember:
i am Human.
as perverse,
and as beautiful,
as that makes me;
as disgusting,
and divine.
never forget:
i am always mine.
remember:
it was you
who urged me "blossom."
in "seven ways,"
with "seven habits,"
as family,
bloom
but it seems:
in truth i am a weed
now growing in your garden
you seek to trim
unexpected flowers
and undesired leaves
but never forget:
my roots preserve me
with that in mind
do not grow thorned
when with the same face
I dare ask you:
forgive me this trespass
and always remember:
my roots preserve me
04/17/2003 Author's Note: It seems I am expected to grow, but only in those directions that suit other's purposes. Funny how the weeds tend to have the most beautiful flowers {and be the best qualified in the battle of survival of the fittest}. I digress.
Posted on 04/17/2003
Copyright © 2024 Richard Paez
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/17/03 at 04:57 PM From one weed to another, great poem Richard! Same goes for your Author's note. Good point made. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 04/21/03 at 03:45 AM A blooming miracle. We are all a thistle in the rose garden of life. This poem, the rays of ten thousand suns.
Peace... |
| Posted by Sarah Brookes on 04/21/03 at 06:20 PM Lovely. There's a slight sting in its tail which I enjoyed. Oh, and in my experience; weeds are simply wild flowers that were sown in a hostile situation. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 04/21/03 at 07:11 PM I've never forgotten how I had to defend a dandelion in a Creative Writing class in college - this is right on the truth and so very well put. (And have you noticed that the wildflowers often, though usually much smaller, have the most incredible detail? Akh, we lose so much in the judging, don't we?) |
| Posted by Amanda L Marron on 04/22/03 at 01:10 AM wonderful poem, i'm sure many of us feel like weeds in the earth. |
| Posted by Charles J Hannan on 04/22/03 at 06:39 AM This is so well done, Richard....Bravo! |
| Posted by Betania Tesch on 04/22/03 at 02:31 PM i fully intend on growing a weed garden, and you are more than welcome. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 05/14/03 at 12:10 PM It seems the sun has found its way past your window box and exposed the prism of your mind. Congratulations on becoming Poet of the Day, malachi.
Peace... |
| Posted by Kara Hayostek on 05/14/03 at 02:38 PM Congrats on POTD, your message is very clear. I like the second from the last stanza...reminds me of those bonzai trees that you bend and hold in place with wires. Excellent :-) |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 05/14/03 at 06:27 PM this is harsh beautiful and compelling, all at the same time... blessings... |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/14/03 at 06:36 PM Thought provoking. Apt symbolism.
Congratulations on POTD. |
| Posted by Lauren Singer on 05/14/03 at 06:38 PM holy moly thats a poem! |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/22/03 at 03:30 AM I am not what you want... but my roots preserve me. Fantastic concepts that really make an impact on me. I am not what many want and yet my roots perserve me and nourish me to stay the way I am. Divine and disgusting. Great read, as always. :) |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 05/28/06 at 11:39 AM found this poem looking through the most read file. it really made me think that using two different colors can really keep the readers coming back! |
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