an existence poem
consider the rose bush
it may certainly grow wild
and flourish without human eyes
ever able to enjoy
of course it may also be tamed
tendered by clipping and
feeding and taking pictures
preparing for the cold by cutting
back in late autumn
waiting for its resurrection come spring
motion pictures move both ways
but mostly forward
and mostly quickly
until caretaker is either naturally
gone or simply taken out
suddenly the manicured rose bush
is left to fight the winter alone
while the (aforementioned) wild one
probably continues to flourish
august two thousand seventeen
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I like it 😊
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it may certainly grow wild
and flourish without human eyes
ever able to enjoy
Especially loved these lines of your beautiful poem.
thank you very much
You are very welcome.