growing

I still think

I’d rather be a weed

than any

fancy flower.

 

Let me grow

off kilter

from scattered seed

 

up through

cracked sidewalks,

 

drinking up

drops of hot rain

and soaking up

the cold sun.

 

And, when,

my bloom is brightest

pick me quick

and take me home.

Reviews

[M.E.Lyle]

A real rebel you are. I usually let the clover take over my back yard during the spring while every one else is trying to kill it. I like clover and certain wild things that grow in my yard. I didn't have to plant them, they just spring up all by themselves.

[Audrey Howitt]

A rebel you might be--but nature always finds a way to make beauty where none exists--lovely write

[Patrick]

about time I took a look at one of your works - this one has a playful feel to it. You manage well to justify being a weed, a fancy the idea myself now :) lovely work

[...]

. it's great to read these words again ...

. i remember them so clearly ...

. plus, they remind me of another kind of weed ... which i used to love ...

[Wondering Mind]

very insightful, and the alliteration is lovely (my soft spot in writing)

[Alicia Schroeder]

very moving, nice job.

[MAK...unpeeled]

Loved this. It reminds me of growing up, and making decisions about either following the crowd or going my own way. And the title makes it feel like there is never an end to those decision-making times....which is so true! Really, loved it.

[Brooke Wake]

I really enjoy the line, "let me grow off kilter from scattered seed" and the dialectical twist of hot rain and cold sun. You capture beauty in very few words, Emily, and that is a valuable skill.

[Khitii Lae-Ahn]

indeed...i'd rather be the overlooked weed...creeping up from sidewalk crack...daring to venture beyond forced domain...to bloom in view of unsuspecting passerby and brighten someone's day...


This is a simply Refreshing read...