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Some Need Milkweed
by Clara Mae GregoryOn a table in a wintered garden
that once fluttered with Monarchs
sits a vessel with dead Poinsettias
and the decadence of dried decay.
The chill of death drove them away
from a spread of infinite Isms
and microcosmic indifferences.
They flew for survival.
They flew to be immune from the spasms
of neglect and social starvation.
Self was swallowed unless they migrate
and lay the eggs of progeny in warm wait.
Their thirst was watered and cocooned,
muffled from the noises carried on the winds
from a window’s skyscraper-
protected from the vortex of voices
that drown the one into none.
01/10/2014 Posted on 01/10/2014
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/10/14 at 08:06 PM ... outstanding..... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/10/14 at 08:16 PM Fascinating combination of nature and humanity, and the threat the latter poses to the former. Had an interesting experience with a Milkweed plant one time. I pulled one of pods of unbloomed flowers open with my fingers looking for Monarch eggs, and out popped a bumblebee. Scared the bejesus out of me, and I ran like hell, but didn't get stung. LOL! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/11/14 at 03:56 PM Analogies fascinating. Didn't know Monarchs needed milkweed. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/12/14 at 05:45 PM Those first four lines set the tone - marvelous. The Monarchs are certainly a symbol for many things - I like how you've used them here. Don't get the "warm wait", but I probably don't have to. :) I'm with Que - a fascinating read. |
| Posted by Sam Roberts on 03/03/14 at 02:18 PM Really like your style of writing, thanks. |
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