Garden
pernicious weeds a metaphor
for wild growth inside
my mind and soul
dandelion mating with brambles
wild cats’ rampant Rubus
grinding teeth and thorns
reason guides the trowel
for emotions to follow
while thistles whistle their good bye
and morning glory says its farewell
metamorphosis as pruning shears
and loppers attack a lopsided view
of what is and is not
energy about in the Universe
and sometimes it passes through me
elates where doom had resided
ragwort falls by the wayside
groans as it passes out of life
nettles give up their sting
and the compost heap grows
ready to nourish another season
of better days to come
as long as my rake stays in tune
with hard toil and soil
I actually quite like
dirt passing through my fingers
don’t mind callus and blisters
to paint a map on my skin
life can be rugged
but there are lemon trees
in my overgrown patch
and I’m ready to taste
suck and feel
what is on offer
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment