I think we have finally gotten to the root
of the matter, if it matters any to any of
you viewers. See, they don’t exactly have
the highest of IQs, these crazy vegetable
matters – but oh, they’ve got secrets.
Cellars of them. Likenesses in charcoal,
paint and watercolor spill. Stop-gap stills,
and a thousand wishes in soil and salt.
It’s not their fault they can’t stop sighing,
or growing deeper still. Reveal the heart;
you’ll see it’s all just another layer of skin,
onion tiered and silent, violet-violent, and
waiting for another story song to peel.
One of my personal challenges for this year’s Poetic Asides April PAD is to do one poem each day that uses ALL of the prompts so far, all in one poem. It’s gonna get a little silly as we progress, but maybe that’s the point. This is that one, for today, day 6.
Good luck. I tried that one year. Not the easiest of tasks to accomplish.
Indeed. Like I said, it’s gonna get a little silly all up in here. 😉
I adore you. 😘
Awwww. Thanks, Kir. And right back atcha!
You are amazing! Rooting for you! 🙂
This is a delight to this Gardener and Poet!
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Oh my gosh, chica. I love this! Fab title. I’m especially digging the last full sentence, and this: “It’s not their fault they can’t stop sighing”