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View Lot
by Kristina WoodhillMadge and me
we bought this house, see
it overlooks the sea
where mountains distantly
reflect their majesty
from shores placed perfectly
within our view
our land is bare, see
we want some plants, see
some lovely greenery
placed so strategically
sized oh, so carefully
lovely landscapery
to frame our view
the trees must be
just oh, so high
must shade when
sun gets in our eye
but when we look
out at the view
the trees must bend
so well see through
we want, of course
a lush landscape
all bushes with
no leaves to rake
flowers always
ever blooming
but, no, no, no
dont spoil our viewing
I sold them plants, see
at least a dozen trees
some shrubs and finery
to line their rockery
with straight faced honesty
and with no mockery
I did my best to see
they had their view
weeks later, fatefully
I laughed with irony
the news was poetry
spiced oh, so pleasantly
the taste just set me free
the mountains and the mighty sea
had up and moved away
08/12/2006
Author's Note: I work in a nursery. I get whiplash from shaking my head in amazement at people wanting the perfect view always at their beck and call, wanting plants that mold to their narrow minds and narrow requirements. I will stop now before a major rant erupts from my pen. :)
Posted on 08/12/2006
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 08/13/06 at 01:25 AM What a mental view....while readin Annabelle Lee echoed in my brain at the same time.....Edgar is always with me I guess.
Loved this. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/15/06 at 02:25 PM Works nicely for me. I especially like the closing stanza in how it works as metaphor for poetry (sea and mountains moving on), leaving you with a great poem. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 08/15/06 at 10:28 PM That man can ever control nature... and that He/She might expect YOU to fulfill that request...
Let 'em learn to prune, dead-head, and nurture. Not everything comes without a directive for perfection. ;]
Go Girl. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/16/06 at 10:52 AM the pure joy of reading this can only be matched by the sheer fun that the keyboard must have felt while you were punching and registering each and every word of this fine fare of a poem onto the screen's glittering face. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/16/06 at 05:45 PM Kristina! Wonderful...the people who own the building I live in are on a plant frenzy. They cut down one tree, so they could place a potted plant on top of the stump. Go figure. And the yard is filled with potted plants. Your poem just points out the irony that sometimes twists the logic of people when we think all of nature will bend to our wishes. HA!
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 08/17/06 at 01:43 AM this is very well done - one of the best rants i've ever read! keep it up! |
| Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 09/06/06 at 02:05 AM Thanks for referring me to this one after reading my poem, "Clearing". I see the similar themes - this is cleverly done, with the repeated rhyme, almost a chant sort of rhythm. I like the message and the ironic, surreal ending.... d:-) |
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