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Those Things That Grow
For ‘things that grow’, I
was told to care
thus I’m growing a poem
right now to share.
My list lingers,
counting on my fingers,
I say ten,
then think again.
There’s shoots and roots,
and seeds a growin’
soon as rain comes, we’ll
be seeing
green stems, flowers, buds
keep bursting
also thirsting, just like
children, needing care.
I see them growing
everywhere.
First they arrive, need
lullabies,
rock-a-bye-babies with
gentle cries,
yet suddenly, they’re
leaving home
grown to live lives on
their own.
Other growing items I’ve
written down
are brains and toenails and
hair and towns.
Buildings grow, too, and so
does knitting.
Guess my list has grown
too, so now
I’m quitting!
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50 comments:
Love the line, "I’m growing a poem right now to share..."
Your extended metaphor rocks.
I need a poem of green and growing. I need SPRING!!!!
Thanks for this as I start a day in rain :(
Bonnie
Thanks Mary Ann.
And we always wish for a little rain our way, Bonnie. Thanks!
"Guess my list has grown too so now I'm quitting" This is delightful! We are expected to get some snow this weekend.
Oh no, not again! I've been so busy I haven't watched the weather. At least the spring snows bring good moisture! Thanks, Kendra.
I love watching things grow. There is a joy watching them reach their full potential and sometimes even surpassing expectations. I am glad you grew this poem.
Spring is a delightful time of year. I love watching things grow and love the creative spin your list making took.
Thank you. The picture above is a clematis vine that seems to be growing inches every day. I love those growing things too!
Thanks, Ramona, it's a beautiful time of year!
I can see a vine with the growing things entwined in it. Nice ending.
Love how you played with the extended metaphor in your poem -- nice surprises as new things grew in those final lines. :)
Thanks, Donna. It was fun to write, and surprising to see where it took me!
Thank you, Jama. Sometimes writing surprises, doesn't it, the paths that grow into new ideas?
Wonderful spring poem. I especially like you moved from plants to children and beyond.
My favorite two lines: "brains and toenails and hair and towns.
Buildings grow, too, and so does knitting."
I can't wait to see the clematis growing in our yard. We have gorgeous dark blue blossoms throughout most of the summer.
I enjoyed this very much. How it rolls through the tongue as you read it. For some reason I loved the lines:
First they arrive, need lullabies,
rock-a-bye-babies with gentle cries,
There's just music to it. :)
-iphigene
Gosh....this poem took me to an unexpected place. Interesting how the writing mind works. Glad you went with it! It works.
Your images of growing things, especially "buds keep bursting" is giving me a severe case of spring fever, Linda! Love the babies and knitting, too. Happy Friday!
Dear Linda of the Green Thumb, you're growing poems and children's minds every single day! What a gift.
What a fun poem! I especially love "buildings grow and so does knitting: both for its great rhythm and the contrast between those two things--hard and soft, big and small, up and down.
Thanks, it is a bit of whimsey really, but fun to consider all those growing things.
Spring is certainly here. It was over 70 today, but then sometime we might have snow again. Green and growing, however! Thanks, Catherine.
Thanks, Michelle, fun to see those growing things!
Growing things like lists make your poem fresh. The last line makes me laugh.
Karin, thank you. There is much in the world that I found I could put into the poem. Glad you enjoyed it.
Ha! I'm not sure it's the greatest in the world, but the rhyme kept me there. Thanks, Margaret.
Thanks Judy, thinking of my students always green and growing, too was fun to include.
Yes, the clematis is so gorgeous, agreed, Laura. Thanks!
I loved thinking of the plants as babies needing our care. Thanks, Iphigene.
I love your description, rock-a-bye-babies with gentle cries. So many things that grow to make you the poet in the know. Thanks, Linda, for a gentle poem to transition us to spring.
Loved this! The picture is a nice accompaniment as well. So many things grow, sometimes things we don't want to grow too, so maybe it is good that you quit. ;)
So glad you enjoyed it, Carol. It was fun to write, to include "other" things. thank you
Ha! Great point, Betsy. And yes, it could have gone on and on.
Well done. Poetry is becoming more appealing to me every day.
Had to smile when I read your poem Linda! Lots of rowing things indeed.Loved your slice today!
Don't be quitting! I love this poem, especially the toenails and brains and towns all together. So fun, Linda!
Give it a try, Kimberley, it's totally satisfying, at least to me. Thanks!
Thanks, Beverley, it was a fun poem to write.
Thanks, Melanie. now I hope you and others are thinking of all the growing things!
Starting with a great image--growing a poem--and ending with a smile. Nicely done, Linda!
Thanks, Jane-as said above, much fun to write.
I like that switch from the babies to the other things that grow!
Thanks, Mary Lee. Lots of growing things around!
Celebrating Monsters! - what a great idea. Your post made me think of some picture books. Psssst! It's Me the Bogeyman by Barbara Park and the Monstore by Tara Lazar. These are very fun reads.
Ruth, Ingrid has both of those books, I am not kidding. She really does love monsters! Both are fabulous, I agree. Thanks!
What a great ending! And a fun homage to all things growing; thanks for sharing.
I think if I sat still long enough, I could watch the buds and leaves grow this weekend - everything is becoming so green! :0)
Thanks Robyn, I agree, green and growing fast!
Great poem, Linda! I love the way you think outside the box including knitting to your list of things that grow. Clever! =)
Ha! Guess the list wasn't all about spring, right? Thanks, Bridget.
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