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potted plant
by Susan Q TomasI am a potted plant here.
I grow and flower best I can, but I have never been planted in this ground,
To spread my roots and intertwine with other roots.
Roots of plants indigenous to this place.
You cant plant a magnolia in Michigan.
If you plant a Columbine in Texas it will die too.
You can keep it in a pot, indoors from the weather,
And it will live for a while, but never flourish.
Outside my house there is no one here I love.
There is no one here I would miss.
Ive been living in this pot for 4 years now.
My roots press the sides; my limbs have extended as far as possible.
My flowers have bloomed, and withered.
I am ready to be planted.
I need fertile ground, with minerals that my type of plant requires.
I need to root myself in the ground.
I need room to grow, expand, and intertwine with others.
I can not thrive in this soil here.
Please free me somewhere else.
I am ready.
01/04/2006 Author's Note: This is posted for Dan. I know, same crap, different day. It keeps resurfacing no matter how hard I try to hold it down.
Posted on 01/04/2006
Copyright © 2024 Susan Q Tomas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/04/06 at 07:49 PM By virtue of its growing, maybe the plant is in the right spot. Tend the plant that grows. |
| Posted by Dana E Brossard on 01/06/06 at 12:27 AM A good read, the flow is kind of jerky, but the message comes across clear. |
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