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He gave it to me when I first moved in.
by Jolie JordanHe asked me
about the small tree
on our kitchen table
and
I told him
I'd been letting it die.
Sure,
I watered it,
but it kept drying up too fast
and I kept forgetting
to give it sun, or plant food,
or whatever the hell it needed to live.
(Not that I knew much about gardening anyway.)
All of my other plants are fine
But I gave up on the small tree
on our kitchen table. 03/10/2010 Author's Note: I feel this poem is very unlike me.
Very unlike me, and not very good.. but holds true.
Posted on 03/11/2010
Copyright © 2024 Jolie Jordan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sarah Wolf on 03/11/10 at 12:57 PM I liked this. I think because I have too let a plant or two die. There is some subconscious flare to it. Letting it die, asking ourselves why? Do we even know? I don't know... I did this with a bug last summer I caught in my house. I put it in a jar and kept telling myself I was going to let it outside. It never made it. I still think about that bug. I suppose that is strange. Oh well... for what it is worth. There are my thoughts... |
| Posted by Matthew Sharp on 05/10/10 at 04:14 AM poor tree:( i think its good jolie...its an awesome analogy of neglect and letting something die... |
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