Just another weed

 

Flat on my back,

one with the earth,

grass growing between my features

 

Manicured

to a perfect height,

neatly edged and trimmed

 

Brilliant green

surrounds me as a warm sun

washes me with light

 

I marvel

at this beauty cultivated,

longing for only your smile

 

Only to find I am still

just another weed

in your lawn

Reviews

[ANTO]

Weeds are flowers too Will. I guess in a garden of only grass a weed may be the only contrasting colour source there is - makes it special in my book mate. Very inventive analogy. Theres quite a few ladies here who would gladly have a big bunch of WillWeeds (hmm that sounded not right) - ;p

[willweb]

Willweeds...why didn't I think of that? That's funny. Thanks so much ANTO for your kindness. Maybe that weed was a four leaf clover??????

[Ken Simm.]

There is nothing more evocative than fresh mown grass. But a poem about it that becomes evocative is something else. A remarkable effort that does just that.

[willweb]

Thank you so much Ken. That is a high compliment coming from you.

[Bare Trees]

Getting pissed on is one thing, getting run over by a lawn mower is something else altogether. ha Nice poem. I can smell the grass from here. :)

[willweb]

Thanks so much, Tim. I appreciate you stopping by.

[Lydia Shutter]

What an amazing metaphor! I could almost feel the grass tickling my skin as I read your words. The imagery is rich and vivid. Another weed.....how sad.....but meaning comes through loud and clear. Well written. Lydi**

[willweb]

Thanks so much Lydi. Sometimes it feels that way, life is a big lawn and I am a weed, but I guess I could look at it like, at least I stand out and am different.

[Baby Ricochet]

Don't get sprayed with round up now

[willweb]

It doesn't matter, the dog just pissed on me. :) Thank so much BR

[therisa]

But Will, those picked, have a very short shelve-life, before they're tossed, in the refuge bin. As you enjoy the warmth of the noon sun shining, upon you. As for a weed, it's just a flower, by another name, my friend.

[willweb]

Therisa, even a few moments of love are much better than kissing the bottom of a lawn mower. :) Thank you so very much my friend.

[therisa]

Even lawnmowers have known to miss spots on a lawn, Will. And your welcome.

[willweb]

You've got a point there.

[Matching Socks]

Chin up buttercup.
Dandelions aren't considered weeds, not by me. :)
Lovely poem, sad but lovely.

[willweb]

Look, can you see me? That's me, waving my leaves yelling, "Pick me, pick me" Thank you so much Ana.

[Matching Socks]

I have a really good (bad) joke but it's not appropriate so I won't say it.
But it's got me laughing pretty good.

[willweb]

I hope it snot what I am thinking.....

[willweb]

Oh wait...did the poem make you think of the joke or was it me? :(

[Matching Socks]

the poem...

[willweb]

Phew.......