Roots, Stems & Leaves
by Marianne Reddan
I do not want plants to have faces,
or leaves that close at touch.
I want to hate them for their frailty,
I want to think of the trees like I do the telephone poles.
I want to see the flowers like I do Christmas lights.
I want the grass to be sidewalk, the weeds bathtub drains, and every spec of pollen-
I want to think of them as dead
as green stones that do not reach for the sun,
that do not dig their fingernails into the soil,
that do not wish for the wind
to take their seeds distances they will never know,
who do not thirst
who do not brown and dry when the world forgets them.
Author's Note: I was iffy about these last two lines : "I do not want the plants to have faces
because I want to believe that there will be room for me in heaven."
So I omitted 'em.
Wrote this because everything I study in biology scares me.
Posted on 04/21/2008
Copyright © 2021 Marianne Reddan
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/21/08 at 03:02 PM|
...brown is the new green!, yea, and if they had faces we would attach moreso to them than we do now...flowers exhibit that strength can be soft, and beauty wistful...a good write marianne, charlie