Those Seeds Don't Grow In Here

Mood: Reflective

 

 

 

I look at the wall
And at the window
With the threadbare curtain
And at the clock that time stopped
Even though the seeds of time
Grow with love.
But the only thing that grows in here
Is a green plastic plant
That doesn’t need water
And a spider
That grows bigger and bigger.
So how did I get in here?
And is this where
I wanted to be?
I wonder.

I think back to a naïve young teen
In white buck shoes
And a pony tail
Who just knew life wasn’t fair
And couldn’t wait
Until she was old enough
To change the world.
And where did she go?

Because it’s looking to me
Like the world is exactly the same
As it was then
And it was me that changed.
Me and the clock
Because, for some reason,
We’ve both run
Down

And time
Just lies in pieces
On the ground

And the spider
Just gets bigger
And bigger

So why am I content, then
To sit here,
Now,

And count the cobwebs on the wall?


 

Reviews

[Michael X]

Jeri, your poem is depthfully beautiful in the essence of what it means to define the heart
the very thought of intention dwells in your words, projection, you've expressed this poem
in a masterfully posed way conceptualizing reflections and times past, in ways reliving lost

memories, and what seeds can grow in plastic dirt, to reflect on mistakes and the idea of
coming to terms, to find a resting point for thoughts, finding solace in the idea of knowing
the world has changed a bit, and sometimes all one can do is count cobs-to go with the flow.

Because it's looking to me
Like the world is exactly the same
As it was then
And it was me that changed."

[Tara Jean Olson]

this is a reflective poem, and i really enjoyed it. i found myself going 'yah, i know the feeling' with the spider....cool piece!

[Helena]

I think at our age we have permission to sit and watch the cobwebs on the wall.....besides you dust them down and lo and behold they are there the next day! So who gives a damn....we have more important things to do with our time, such as writing our poems. I mean, lets get our priorities in order here!! rotfl

Hugs Helena

PS I've had a glitch or two with my account, so I am asking you to be a friend again!!!

[Sharon Miller Bolander]

Well, first of all, Jeri, you need a few lessons in raising the perfect plastic, bug-free plants! Secondly, I'd guess you are sitting there contemplating the lines for your next poem. BUT, most importantly, I must say you've written this one perfectly for all of us who are in our golden ages. Your picture was a perfect match for your words, or was it the other way around? Excellent!

[imm's place]

wow, a powerful masterpiece. makes us all wonder. mary