Weeds of My Path -- a Poem for dVerse, Poetics (every Tuesday)
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| Growing wild in this pot, I did not plant these |
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Weeds are traditionally wrong
growing places they don't belong
Cornstalk in the bean field grows high
Traditional thorn in the thigh
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I picked this clump of clovers beside the sidewalk leading to downtown Killarney, Ireland. |
Weeds are pretty in their own way
Four leaf clover in the walkway
Or petaled blossom from the wild
An abandoned orphan poor child
You're my weed forever ever
I vowed, promised leave you never
Placed in a crack here by my side
I'll love you always, precious bride
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| My one flower with the clovers |
As we pick the weedy flower
You're one only of your dower
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- Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with sarahsouthwest at dVerse, Weeds Rule, as today we write for National Weed Day, at least in the U.S and in the U.K. where Sarah is planted, at
- Click here to read of a lot more poetry concerning "Weeds" today
I do like flowers, there are quite a few on my blog, some the other blog also. And a few Weeds. The flower pictures above are from those posts.
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Labels: dVerse, Flowers, Love Poem, Poem, Prompt, Rhyme, Syllabic Form, Weeds
posted by Jim @ 3/28/2023 05:36:00 PM
4 comments
4 Comments:
Ah, love as a tenacious weed, growing in an unexpected place!
I like the rhyme scheme and rhythm of your poem, Jim. I think weeds speak to the ever-present child in me.
I think that weed are often flowers that have a bit more resilience than we like...
I like this very much, Jim. I have clover too in a pot with basil. I hope you will be able to have some potted plants in your balcony.
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