Connie Pachecho Poet Free verse

THE LONELY WEED

The Lonely Weed Poetry Contest
Craig Cornish

I set out across the country, 
hitching a ride on boxcars
to wherever the wind takes me.
I tumble here, and I tumble there,
across the steel of eyes, 
voices of condemnation, 
and the hands of fate.
Yet some days are better than others.
For I bask in the green grass.
Other days, I hide through the cracks,
lonely, dark, and cold.
When I'm hungry, 
I take the soil from crying babies 
and disrupt the lawn.
Along every stop, 
I ward off the pesticides of life,
teetering and tottering with the pull of the wind.
It could be windier ... it could be sunnier
It all started on a whim.

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Andrea Dietrich March 24, 2026 at 4:37 PM Did you get a win with this one? I really like it. Mine was NA. I can't seem to write sophisticated enough for Craig. I will have to see his winner list again. I think only 8 people on it Andrea Dietrich April 11, 2026 at 4:27 PM Just now seeing your reply to me here. I maybe placed with him once in over a years time. You might be doing better than me Connie Pachecho March 24, 2026 at 5:56 PM Andrea, there were no oats for the horses. Poor horses. I'm delighted that this poem has one fan club. The poor horses like that. I read all the other poems and find them ordinary definitions and pedestrian, whereas mine, I like to think, is creative and out of the box. Craig has been fair IMO at times.

Connie Pachecho March 12, 2026 at 8:42 PM Connie wrestled with the ending of this poem. Again, I fished for a fish that wasn't there. Originally, I wrote something to the effect that the lonely weed's existence was born from destiny. I didn't like that ending. It sounded too trite (and I know that). When I added a dash of juxtaposition, it evoked an emotion and an idea that I think makes the poem better. Connie Pachecho March 12, 2026 at 8:59 PM ... oh, I caught a thumble as I tumbled ... next