marigold meant for marriage
by the front door — for luck –
grows leggy and strange
in its pursuit of the light
that falls just short of the door
it blooms barely marigold
but still blooms
tiny yellow hearts
at the end of a questing stem
in another city
in another house
another woman’s aloe plant
leans out of its pot
and toward its own doom
heart-open, she knows the same quest
away from the rooted earth
toward a light she barely understands
I want to be your friend…. hug.
Awww… my blog got a hug!
A lovely little snapshot of our efforts to grow, to expand. You have an eye for detail. And I’m happy to be your friend.
Thanks for the kind compliment, Victoria. My blog is always happy to have more friends.
Is that your windowsill? Very interesting!
Wonderful poem, too. Love the last line a lot.
Jannie, that is indeed my kitchen altar — on the windowsill. Our new home doesn’t get as much light at my last place, but this spot always gets a few moments of sunlight.
Such a moving poem, and paired with the picture, makes this a post to be enjoyed.
Thanks, Rigel. I usually prefer to let the words speak for themselves — and let the reader make their own images — but this seemed appropriate.
dang…emotive….esp the plant wanting to take up root and escape ther ein the second…really nice piece…..
Thanks, Brian. I think it’s worth pointing out that a connection to the rooted earth is just as important for survival and balance as the yearning toward the light.
A moving evocation through extended metaphor of aspiration in ‘pursuit of the light’. A terrific piece.
beautiful image. their quest for the light makes me too want to reach out for the light.
Thanks, Dick and rmp — I appreciate the feedback!
My breath caught at the end; this is LIFE.
Aww, thanks!
Now I got why this is a “Garden of Words”. Really, really beautiful! And I agree with elroyjones, the end was stunning. Congrats!
Thanks for the compliment, Carol!