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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, September 5, 2011

Weeds

image from Magpie Tales 81
We're weeds; we fight to grow in barren soil
We steal from those nurtured, tended with care
who know not what it's like to have to toil
who never have to struggle for their share

We're weeds, the ones that no one wants to see
We thrive in places others dare not try
Becoming strong because we have to be
for there are many who would see us die

We're weeds; we dare not speak about our shame
We wear it under costumes gaudy, loud
Our shoulders slouch from bearing all the blame
When will be the day when we stand proud?

If we had been named roses at our birth
perhaps we wouldn't need to prove our worth

submitted for Magpie Tales 81

25 comments:

Old Raven said...

Oh my ... this is one of the best poems that I have ever read. I love the tone of social consciousness within!

Brian Miller said...

oo great last stanza...maybe if we realized we were as well...

The Write Girl said...

Beautiful poem...you tell the story of the weeds in such a unique and lovely way. I enjoyed reading this.

Saras said...

So Sweet. Here is someone to take side for the weeds!

Cad said...

I've often been called a weed, but do I let it get me down? never! LOL

Mimi Foxmorton said...

I'm glad I'm a weed! ;)

Mynx said...

I really like this. :)
You have to admire the tenacity of a weed

Berowne said...

Interesting and creative take on the prompt...

shail said...

A different look at things. :) One of mine talks about how weeds have to struggle.
Nice work

Cheryl said...

Awesome piece!

Dave King said...

What an interesting it is driving this poem! And so well crafted. Excellent poem.

darev2005 said...

I'll say it now and say it loud
I'm a weed and I'm proud.

Nanka said...

Weeds need not fear when they get some support!! :)
Lovely lines
"If we had been named roses at our birth
perhaps we wouldn't need to prove our worth"

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

You've pulled this off rather well, Ms. Rhymester! A pleasure to read!

Wayside Weeds

Doug Stephens said...

It's hard to be a weed, I suppose, in a St. Augustine world.

Rachel Hoyt said...

I LOVE this poem!!! I'm a weed and darn proud of it! Thanks for the new verbage for it. :)

Nicholas V. said...

One's weed is another's herb, indeed!
Lovely poem, Lolamouse!

Laura Maria said...

Amazing piece! I especially loved the last line.

Everyday Goddess said...

Who knows what we might be if we realized the truth about ourselves?

Wonderful perspective!

Doctor FTSE said...

I like the determined tone of your poem and the use of rhyme - quite rare.
And I'll join in with the commentators who were impressed by your final couplet.

Tess Kincaid said...

I love the notion of being a weed!

Margaret said...

hmm. Makes me thing the rose and the weed could learn from the other. Very thought provoking piece.

ShonEjai said...

Very nice! Your words brought a smile to my face! Go weeds!

charleslmashburn said...

Many weeds have lovely blooms. Very nice poem, Lola.
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/09/he-was-a-ford-man-2/

Morning said...

we are weeds in many ways.
profound magpie.