The lot remains wild, untouched,
out of place. A haven for nature’s
forgotten perfection. Flowers
and weeds succeed, though
surrounded by symbols
of human pride. Alive,
but soon to die.
Insects thrive. Ants
and bees busy building
cities unseen. Human beings
pass by, too occupied to notice
these other forms of life. The lot,
viewed with contempt, awaits the hand
of man’s creative destruction.
Leveled and paved, layered
with steel and concrete. Beams
and bars rise. The lot dies by
the hand of progress. The ants
dig deep. The bees disappear.
In defiance, one single weed
presses through a crack in the walk.
I won’t bore the reader with my interpretation of this piece, but I do hope readers see beyond a literal vacant lot. By the way, I'm rooting for the weed.
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Reviewed by Reginald Birch (Reader)
Reviewed on June 30, 2004
Lori, it,s the same the world over, everything gets pushed aside for what they call progress. A lovely thinking piece, thank you.
Reg.
I am rooting for the whole damn garden...too many concrete jungles out there...yuck...there should be a law as to how much these commercial bigwigs are allowed to destroy...excellent message in your poem...Fletcher B
Reviewed by Cynthia Castle (Reader)
Reviewed on June 20, 2004
I'm rooting for the weed also! ...A superb allegorical write, Dear Poet! ...Inspiring!
Cynthia
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on June 20, 2004
Very enjoyable piece, Poet!!! I enjoyed the read. Love-live the weed!!! Thank you for sharing it.
Yeah, Lori... the weeds rock, eh?! The funny thing is, once you have done them the favour of acknowledging them and "dealing" with them, they seem quite happy to lift their shallow roots and give way to the real "bloomers" of life... But they certainly won't be ignored, as measured by their wonderful persistence. Weeds certainly have their purpose in life and are a true reflection of the need to deal with nature on her own terms. A triumph of honesty over denial, I think. Love this, thank you, Kate xx
excellent poem. i can see it as a metaphor on several levels. i'm for the wild weed's creative growth that cracks the concrete of how it's supposed to be. Dawn
Go Weed! Go Weed! Go Weed!(in the sidewalk, of course!)
I am with you on this one Lori!
I believe we have too many buildings around here
anyway! I will take a house on acreage over an apartment
anyday! It is getting harder to find these days too but in Texas( where I live) you can still find acreage!)
Love to ya!
Becca
Powerfully symbolic, Lori. I love this. Love and peace to you. Regis
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on June 19, 2004
I know this is off the beaten track, but; A weed is similar to a terrorist in that it didn't act out of defiance but it was only doing, that which is its nature to do.
This is superb provocative prose, Lori!
Man is the weed that needs to survive in this
world of variables, and changes that speak progress,
but do more to regress both the environment and mankind!
Will we ever learn? There's hope as long as people like
you write about it!;-)
feet walk over,
what was once grass and clover.
higher life forms,
enjoy their asphalt charms,
think not of their harms.
in the end,
the weeds will win,
then lose again.
the cycle continues,
so does lifes menus.
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Reg.
Most interesting piece Lori!!
Love Tinka
Cynthia
My money is on the weed, too. I like this very much. You have a beautiful way with description. Nicely done.
sandy
I am with you on this one Lori!
I believe we have too many buildings around here
anyway! I will take a house on acreage over an apartment
anyday! It is getting harder to find these days too but in Texas( where I live) you can still find acreage!)
Love to ya!
Becca
Bright Blessings~Shell
Thank you for it.
Gina
Excellent!
TRASK
Multi Faceted Excellence
Right On Lori
Peter Paton
a weed that breaks through a crack in the walk is indeed very special, just as this poem is ...
Man is the weed that needs to survive in this
world of variables, and changes that speak progress,
but do more to regress both the environment and mankind!
Will we ever learn? There's hope as long as people like
you write about it!;-)
I'm rooting for the weed too..
Progress brings much crime also...
You Da Lawyer Woman!
feet walk over,
what was once grass and clover.
higher life forms,
enjoy their asphalt charms,
think not of their harms.
in the end,
the weeds will win,
then lose again.
the cycle continues,
so does lifes menus.
love&p G
Unfortunately, that's progress. Brave little weed. Maybe if we started following the weeds example we could impede progress. Enjoyed your poem.
thought provoker you've penned...graphically illustrated through your word selection...BRAVA!
((((HUGS)))) and love, karla. :(
Excellent portrayal of what occurs daily in our hurry up, chop it down, build it up, modern world. I'm rooting for that weed!