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Exploding Hearts I cut away all the dead branches
and pulled off the dry brown leaves.
The shape left behind is bent and twisted
and scarred, like what's left of me.
I added more dirt, and water.
And now I wait and see.
Will it grow, or die?
And will I?
catching up on all that I've
catching up on all that I've missed lately, life is a whirlwind, and I'm happy I caught this one, and the others that fill your page.
Life is good, and I hope yours, and the little plant that could, finally did.
Welcome back.
I survived
The plant, unfortunately, did not. :(
Tinkerbell
We believe in Tinkerbell and clap our hands
and we believe in you.. and your eternal
expansion
inevitable
reminds me of Peter Pan.. audience asked if they believe in Tinkerbell.. they should save her life by clapping
so applause for you and your inevitable growth
Thank you!!!
If it worked for Tinkerbell... <3
but the fertilizer will come
but the fertilizer will come along and give you life
ron parrish
Thank you!!!
Hmmm.... that could go either way, since one popular fertilizer is bullshit XD
Update
The poor plant that inspired this poem is still alive, but barely. The good news is we have a clinical diagnosis, aphids. Treatment is ongoing. Unfortunately, more pruning will be necessary. I will let our dear avocado plant know that you all are keeping it in your thoughts and prayers.
I'm doing better, myself. :)
This has made me
This has made me want to try to grow one of my own.
Starward
Good luck to you!
I hope it thrives :D
maybe that`s the problem,we
maybe that`s the problem,we do to much pruninng
ron parrish
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If this poem had been written
If this poem had been written in the stiumbling words of a lesser poet, the metaphor would be trite or maudlin. But in your words, deployed with skill and discretion, it releases its full power.
Starward