For today’s prompt, pick a plant, make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Pick a favorite vegetable or fruit, a flower, a tree, even a shrubbery.
They want us to sit like potted plants to be fed and watered as needed in nursing homes nurses rule it is not safe to ask questions
To be fed and watered as needed is all you can expect. It is not safe to ask questions. They will notice and drugs to dull you
is all you can expect. They do not like those of us who think they will notice. Drugs to dull you stop the questions they do not want to answer.
They do not like those of us who think say we see too much - they must stop the questions they do not want to answer turn us into vegetables because they
say we see too much - they must keep our minds fogged in drugs turn us into vegetables because they are afraid of what we see and know.
Keep our minds fogged in drugs in nursing homes. Nurses rule. Afraid of what we see and know they want us to sit like potted plants.
Totally Awesome!!! It is exactly so in some of those nursing homes. Some of them are for real and up and up but some are spot on with your poem. Good job!!!
I have an old one for this one. Bonnie's poem brought it to mind. I'll still add one for the story but probably tomorrow. Still trying to sort out pictures from the shim sa and visit. This poem fits the mode I'm in right now too. LOL.
Dead Flowers a pantoum
Dead flowers in the pot on the kitchen table shed petals as I skitter by like autumn wind. I should probably dump the dirt, plant new flowers, add it to my perpetual to-do list. It
sheds petals as I skitter by like autumn wind, the leaves too, neglected in my daily routine. Add it to my perpetual to-do list. It falls to the bottom. I do laundry, grocery shop.
The leaves, too neglected in my daily routine, don't complain. No one complains at this undone task, falls to the bottom. I do laundry, grocery shop, vacuum the living room, sweep, mop the kitchen floor,
don't complain. No one complains at this undone task of dead plants. They'd notice no clean clothes, no dinner. Vacuum the living room, sweep, mop the kitchen floor. I do not water the plant, revel in the sight
of dead plants. They'd notice no clean clothes, no dinner. I'd feel guilty, but I wantonly kill flowers, I do not water the plant, revel in the sight, stems folded in half. I should care more about them.
I'd feel guilty. But I wantonly kill flowers, neglected plants, watch blooms wither, crumble to dust, stems folded in half. I should care more about them. I do not. I leave them, look at them, smile at the
neglected plants, watch blooms wither, crumble to dust. I should probably dump the dirt, plant new flowers. I do not. I leave them, look at them, smile at the dead flowers in the pot on the kitchen table
Yea, I remember this one. I don't do real good with indoor plants either. I do much better when I can rely on Mother Nature to water my plants or find plants like Sedum that don't need much care. LOL I love your poem.
i had to hit the road for years and of course when i came back all my plants were dead....i felt very guilty.some other things were dead too, but that's another story - love and plants - paul.
sedum is a succulent a member of the colancho family I've taken one fat, juicy leaf stuck it in the dirt... it reproduced an entire tiny plant in four short months! I've taken cuttings from the very top, stuck it in the dirt... and lo and behold it took root and grew so tall and beautiful and they come back every year in the fall, Sedum flowers the flower's color is pink it dries up real sweet on the plant or off... Sedum is my favorite plant it can live in dry, unnourished soil and neither does it mind wet feet anyone can grow it that's one thing that make it special the tiny black seed is nearly invisible the plant can grow to three feet tall once you have one Sedum... you can grow...hundreds!
Some people hate it and I don't know why it's a lovely green vegetable, good for you too. But I don't like okra, I have to confess, and yet there are many I'm certain who do.
Some people cook it too long so it's mushy some restaurants seem to prefer it al dente, I like my broccoli green but not chewy, it's a wonderful dish for the cognoscenti.
Tell those who hate it to try it with sauces or relish or butter, that might be enough. Eat up your broccoli, relish the taste and you might learn to like this green good-for-you stuff.
I agree! I don't know why they hate it and like you I say try it with cheese or butter. Linda's kids called them trees when they were little and thank goodness they liked eating trees.
everybody in england cooks it too long, till it's a soggy mess. a few mins with some butter and garlic - an underrated vegetable - love and broccoli - paul.
i know this is late. couldn't make the 32 mile round trip to the library before. but i did write it on the day....honest.
THE WILD WOODS
where you can watch a crocus doing it's magical transformation from a brown lump, to flowers with a bit of hocus pocus the wild woods used to cover this nation now it's all covered in concrete towers you can drive past for hours and hours
know a woman who chains herself to bulldozers to save the wild woods right under their stupid noses but nowadays, there are few like her......the little buds.
Potted Plants
ReplyDeleteThey want us to sit like potted plants
to be fed and watered as needed
in nursing homes nurses rule
it is not safe to ask questions
To be fed and watered as needed
is all you can expect.
It is not safe to ask questions.
They will notice and drugs to dull you
is all you can expect.
They do not like those of us who think
they will notice. Drugs to dull you
stop the questions they do not want to answer.
They do not like those of us who think
say we see too much - they must
stop the questions they do not want to answer
turn us into vegetables because they
say we see too much - they must
keep our minds fogged in drugs
turn us into vegetables because they
are afraid of what we see and know.
Keep our minds fogged in drugs
in nursing homes. Nurses rule.
Afraid of what we see and know
they want us to sit like potted plants.
Powerful!!!!!!!!!!! And authentic, too. You do such a lovely job with this form, too.
DeleteAwesome poem. This is new. It really needs to be with your collection of nursing home poems.
Deleteone day when i get enough poems to warrant it I will do a rewrite of that book.
DeleteTotally Awesome!!! It is exactly so in some of those nursing homes. Some of them are for real and up and up but some are spot on with your poem. Good job!!!
Deleteindeed bonita. in my experience some nurses are sadistic bastards - love - paul.
DeleteI have an old one for this one. Bonnie's poem brought it to mind. I'll still add one for the story but probably tomorrow. Still trying to sort out pictures from the shim sa and visit. This poem fits the mode I'm in right now too. LOL.
ReplyDeleteDead Flowers
a pantoum
Dead flowers in the pot on the kitchen table
shed petals as I skitter by like autumn wind.
I should probably dump the dirt, plant new flowers,
add it to my perpetual to-do list. It
sheds petals as I skitter by like autumn wind,
the leaves too, neglected in my daily routine.
Add it to my perpetual to-do list. It
falls to the bottom. I do laundry, grocery shop.
The leaves, too neglected in my daily routine,
don't complain. No one complains at this undone task,
falls to the bottom. I do laundry, grocery shop,
vacuum the living room, sweep, mop the kitchen floor,
don't complain. No one complains at this undone task
of dead plants. They'd notice no clean clothes, no dinner.
Vacuum the living room, sweep, mop the kitchen floor.
I do not water the plant, revel in the sight
of dead plants. They'd notice no clean clothes, no dinner.
I'd feel guilty, but I wantonly kill flowers,
I do not water the plant, revel in the sight,
stems folded in half. I should care more about them.
I'd feel guilty. But I wantonly kill flowers,
neglected plants, watch blooms wither, crumble to dust,
stems folded in half. I should care more about them.
I do not. I leave them, look at them, smile at the
neglected plants, watch blooms wither, crumble to dust.
I should probably dump the dirt, plant new flowers.
I do not. I leave them, look at them, smile at the
dead flowers in the pot on the kitchen table
yeah I always loved this one
DeleteYea, I remember this one. I don't do real good with indoor plants either. I do much better when I can rely on Mother Nature to water my plants or find plants like Sedum that don't need much care. LOL I love your poem.
Deletei had to hit the road for years and of course when i came back all my plants were dead....i felt very guilty.some other things were dead too, but that's another story - love and plants - paul.
DeleteOh this is a good one. Thanks for posting it, and sharing it with us all.
ReplyDeleteSedum
ReplyDeletesedum is a succulent
a member of the colancho family
I've taken one fat, juicy leaf
stuck it in the dirt...
it reproduced an entire tiny plant
in four short months!
I've taken cuttings from the very top,
stuck it in the dirt...
and lo and behold
it took root and grew so tall and beautiful
and they come back every year
in the fall, Sedum flowers
the flower's color is pink
it dries up real sweet
on the plant or off...
Sedum is my favorite plant
it can live in dry, unnourished soil
and neither does it mind wet feet
anyone can grow it
that's one thing that make it special
the tiny black seed is nearly invisible
the plant can grow to three feet tall
once you have one Sedum...
you can grow...hundreds!
Nice poem. Sedum has many types of plants in its category. I used to love my Autumn Joy, I think it was called. It was a lovely hardy perennial.
DeleteI seriously have to try this plant! sounds like exactly what I need!
Deletei miss my garden
DeleteBroccoli
ReplyDeleteSome people hate it and I don't know why
it's a lovely green vegetable, good for you too.
But I don't like okra, I have to confess,
and yet there are many I'm certain who do.
Some people cook it too long so it's mushy
some restaurants seem to prefer it al dente,
I like my broccoli green but not chewy,
it's a wonderful dish for the cognoscenti.
Tell those who hate it to try it with sauces
or relish or butter, that might be enough.
Eat up your broccoli, relish the taste
and you might learn to like this green good-for-you stuff.
I agree! I don't know why they hate it and like you I say try it with cheese or butter. Linda's kids called them trees when they were little and thank goodness they liked eating trees.
Deleteeverybody in england cooks it too long, till it's a soggy mess. a few mins with some butter and garlic - an underrated vegetable - love and broccoli - paul.
DeleteJust under the wire as usual. Can't seem to post earlier however, better late than never!
ReplyDeletei know this is late. couldn't make the 32 mile round trip to the library before. but i did write it on the day....honest.
ReplyDeleteTHE WILD WOODS
where you can watch a crocus
doing it's magical transformation
from a brown lump, to flowers
with a bit of hocus pocus
the wild woods used to cover this nation
now it's all covered in concrete towers
you can drive past for hours and hours
know a woman who chains herself to bulldozers
to save the wild woods
right under their stupid noses
but nowadays, there are few like her......the little buds.
I really, really like this poem. It's a bit of truth and a bit sad, nevertheless maybe there may be more than you think who proest.
Deletesad to say you are spot on with that last line... well done!
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