Seen by most: a weed
started from one seed
and from that seed, a shoot.
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A shoot above, though below in ground,
a stubby singlemindedness firmly downbound,
most indelicately determined, taproot.
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Above everchanging, all yellow and green
below is an anchor, far reaching, unseen
beauty may wither, but below: survival absolute.
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Cut the flower, pull the leaves
braid stems into wreathes
the top disappears, but the root's resolute.
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Above yellow sun, wisped moon, floating stars
below tenacious tapping unseen reservoirs
foundation secured resisting uproot.
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Most want green and jeer at my yard
see it as less-than, consider it marred
conformity the goal, steadfastness disrepute.
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It is my life, to my values devote
Sunny life, moonglow end, then my soul afloat
by wind's breath takes flight, your expectations confute.
About the Creator
Judey Kalchik
It's my time to find and use my voice.
Poetry, short stories, memories, and a lot of things I think and wish I'd known a long time ago.
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