I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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9 April 2016

Sevenling (I am the weed)

I am the weed you missed,
now grown to this tall, graceful tree
with three slender trunks from one root.

My feathery leaves, my pink seed-pods
and my long, stretching branches
rise high into the dusk sky.

 I'm glad for my accidental life; aren't you?


Photo © Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2016. This photo is mine and should not be copied or used in any way without permission. 

 Written for Day 9 of Poetry Month at 'imaginary garden with real toads': Transforming with Nature's Wonders (writing on behalf of some piece of nature in our own environment).
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16 comments:

  1. Outlawyer9 April 2016 at 21:47

    Ah sweet! k.

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  2. Kerry O'Connor9 April 2016 at 22:40

    Yes, indeed. I am glad for all accidental life.

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  3. Ellecee9 April 2016 at 23:26

    Lovely, as Kerry says, I, too, am glad for all accidental life. Thank you for the poem and Kerry for the words.

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  4. Sherry Blue Sky10 April 2016 at 01:04

    What a beauty it is!

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  5. Hannah10 April 2016 at 02:36

    Absolutely and I'm so glad for the YOU who sees what some might not notice. Thank you, for bringing this "weed" beautiful piece...I love the reaching feeling your words bring.

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  6. brudberg10 April 2016 at 03:13

    Oh yes.. sometimes the weeds is what really makes me smile... I love the accidental life.

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  7. Sanaa Rizvi10 April 2016 at 05:48

    Ooh such a gorgeous write :D

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  8. Anonymous10 April 2016 at 06:24

    thanks for speaking for the weeds

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  9. Susie Clevenger10 April 2016 at 08:08

    Accidental life...I love that.

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  10. Gemma Wiseman10 April 2016 at 08:28

    Wonderful spin on accidental life - from weed to glory.

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  11. Bodhirose10 April 2016 at 10:53

    Very grateful for all the accidental lives...nice, Rosemary.

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  12. Sumana Roy10 April 2016 at 14:13

    I am glad for accidental life too...

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  13. Rommy10 April 2016 at 22:01

    This is so charming. It's amazing all the things that come from "accidents".

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  14. Petru J Viljoen11 April 2016 at 02:54

    I have an accidental avocado tree busy growing in the middle of my rosemary bush. Not so grateful I can tell you. Nice poem!

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade11 April 2016 at 11:29

      Hmmm, yes, badly placed to say the least! I am a great protector and encourager of rosemary bushes, for their own sakes and because it is my namesake and I choose to be a bit superstitious about that. However, I would love to have an avocado tree growing.

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  15. Bekkie Sanchez12 April 2016 at 02:34

    The weed that grows to give us shade and pause! What an awesome write-so enjoyable!

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