Awesome originality as you paint an icy scene of disappointment that we are all grumbling about this year. You’ve pegged it, with confused vegetation, despite native intelligence trying to follow the bright spot. My favorite line: “when will the green serene scene paint itself into our lives” . . . I guess we’re indefinitely “on hold”! *sigh!* Fondly, Margie
My wife,( a botanist) has two main hates - artificial grass and plastic flowers. I hate grey concrete yards and weeding. Sometimes compromise has its own beauty, even if it is superficial. Perceived reality is eventually in the mind, Jacob, as we poets and your poem well demonstrates.
N.
lol, i actually do have plastic flowers in tubs in my garden where nothing will grow under overhanging trees... they look beautiful all year round , even in the middle of winter :)
Me too Jacob, the visuals are so clean and clear in this one. The snow, the clinging winter, the cloying air with nothing breathing, nothing alive to give us the anticipation, even a longing of warmth and beautiful spring after a long sleep.
Should i have laughed at the end of that?! Those plastic things are one of my few hates! Your mind swings in such glorious ways, jacob.. you notice the ordinary extraordinary, make fun of it in such fine phrases and even end with a near prayer!!! Know it's too each one's own but, even a pot of grass has more shaded coyness in certain light; turn over a blade or few - look at their sensous spines; notice everything green as green a thousand tones and think.. alive, breathing! Your words are so real.. :)
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
your comment is more poetic than the poem...thank you for your words, em.
j.
6 Years Ago
Oh dear, am apt to 'wax lyrical' on everything remotely horitcultural, j - sorry if over the top. Y.. read moreOh dear, am apt to 'wax lyrical' on everything remotely horitcultural, j - sorry if over the top. Your poem did part amuse me, however.. and also makes such a seriously strong point. Hugs for your week..
Timely piece, J. My first thought as I finished reading this poem was I'm "green" with envy... of others who see and touch true green, golds, blues, reds, etc. I miss the south and her love.
I wish you taught a course in writing, "metaphorically speaking" could be the title. Love this, J.
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
actually i teach English 101 and 102, both composition classes, the second involves poetry and short.. read moreactually i teach English 101 and 102, both composition classes, the second involves poetry and short story.
thank you, Kelly.
j.
the wanting is normal, we crave things to be perfect
like that couple so in love on tv
plastic is beautiful to look at maybe but it will never be real
and it will never make you feel as you are meant to feel
tulips are my fave by the way, such beautiful flowers, the prettiest of all in my opinion
and I really like your poem
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..