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Allison Atrophies
by Terry OlynikShe religiously tends to her plants.
Lush, gushing greenery of every sort.
Succulents, tropicals, lilies and more.
Each watered according to need,
Each fertilized to maximum effect.
Regular washings, prunings and sprays.
Every morning after her ministrations
Allison sits in her bamboo chair
Admiring her verdant bounty.
Her heart untended, forgotten.
Her soul unopened and desiccated.
She religiously tends to her plants. 04/30/2009 Posted on 05/01/2009
Copyright © 2024 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/01/09 at 01:19 AM This is incredibly vivid, quietly tragic work. Definitely an image you can't easily shake. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 05/01/09 at 06:23 AM Clever and I love the form with the sudden twist of the refrain. ! |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 05/03/09 at 12:06 PM There is a lady who lives across the street(a widow) who this reminds me of to the "t".This is so poetically poignant and well written.Excellent. |
| Posted by Jo Halliday on 05/05/09 at 12:26 PM I wonder why though! |
| Posted by E. A. Pugh on 06/12/11 at 03:11 AM I was looking in your library after reading your newest and found this one, glad I found it, says a lot about loving yet never receiving love. |
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