TheRedPlanet
06/25/07, 10:25 AM
The title is lame but whatever...
Rooted in Soil
"Talk to your plants everyday and they will grow"
That's what is said
So i tell them of my daily excursions
Such as my trip to the bodega
When the cashier knew not a word of English
I told my coconut palm of that afternooon it rained so heavily
And a handsome stranger offered me shelter under his plaid umbrella
I sat from noon til sundown
Telling my infant bonsai of my many past loves, heartbreaks, successes and disappointments
When I sobbed over my deceased feline companion
Who will hear my tales no longer
I could almost swear one leaf wept fpr me
As a droplet of moisture slid down to its tip
I ponder nightly as I read by candlelight
Why my tales go unheard by human ears
Why cannot my potted pansies instead be a lovely brown eyed boy
Who will sit, listening wordlessly, gazing, at me affectionately
Why cannot my aged fern, whom I've had for many years
Instead be a girlfriend whom I've known since childhood
Who I will find solace in as we share melancholy stories?
"No this cannot be", I tell myself
So I sleep, the next day to awaken
Shower my friends with cool tapwater
Oh how I will mourn if see a wilted leaf
But so is life
Friends relocate, lovers have a change of heart
Just as leaves brown
And plants die
Rooted in Soil
"Talk to your plants everyday and they will grow"
That's what is said
So i tell them of my daily excursions
Such as my trip to the bodega
When the cashier knew not a word of English
I told my coconut palm of that afternooon it rained so heavily
And a handsome stranger offered me shelter under his plaid umbrella
I sat from noon til sundown
Telling my infant bonsai of my many past loves, heartbreaks, successes and disappointments
When I sobbed over my deceased feline companion
Who will hear my tales no longer
I could almost swear one leaf wept fpr me
As a droplet of moisture slid down to its tip
I ponder nightly as I read by candlelight
Why my tales go unheard by human ears
Why cannot my potted pansies instead be a lovely brown eyed boy
Who will sit, listening wordlessly, gazing, at me affectionately
Why cannot my aged fern, whom I've had for many years
Instead be a girlfriend whom I've known since childhood
Who I will find solace in as we share melancholy stories?
"No this cannot be", I tell myself
So I sleep, the next day to awaken
Shower my friends with cool tapwater
Oh how I will mourn if see a wilted leaf
But so is life
Friends relocate, lovers have a change of heart
Just as leaves brown
And plants die