Have Fun with the Weeds

You sit there and have the audacity to question why this rose withered….

Meanwhile you think it was the first betrayal
You stepping when you weren’t looking

That’s what ignites this flame
That’s what keeps this fire burning
It wasn’t the first step on my back

It’s what you did after

Things could have been fixed
The solution was right there!!

You could have picked me up off the ground
You could have given me water

The truth was seen!
and you still turned away

That’s why
When will you wake up

You smothered this rose with your feet
You damaged it
But still it wasn’t dead

You never thought to put it in a vase
You can add some auga

Instead you chopped it
Thinking it could replaced

You stepped on it

Not even once
But ten times!

So don’t sit there and wonder

This rose was never upset about your first mistake
Those can be forgiven

Your lack of knowledge
Your lack of awareness
Your lack of accountability
That’s what killed this rose

You shall never smell one as sweet
One as thorny
One as imperfectly perfect

Have fun with the weeds

6 Comments

  1. As a person who wasted almost a decade of their life and most of their money to weed of all things… As a person who took for granted his family and intimate relations… A college dropout who once had high prospects… You’re right.
    I’ll never get to smell a rose so sweet.

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  2. The apparently simple invective, written in the trobairitz (female troubador from 12th / 13th century Provence) style and filled with the slow and non-lethal American venom of the spurned (a tarantula bite won’t kill but will hurt a lot) is lit with the interior light of hope –> a close reading of this passage partly shows how or why –>

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    In everyday language, longing is revealed As water or For water, the most fluid element and the most mysterious… But the powerful grammatic distortion in “That’s why / When will you wake up” using word play and syntax play for utmost effect says it all… The intended audience for the poem fucked up massively, the poet has decided to cruelly but justifiably reveal what they have missed out on just to avoid a little thorn-spilled blood. I love your poems and painting. Both are excellent, pioneering and extremely feminine (while not surrendering the powerful female agency and influence of feminism)

    AWESOME WORK THANKS SO MUCH FOR SHARING

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