Flowerpot Poem by Mark Parry

Flowerpot



My flowerpot is bursting with thoughts:
I sow each seed with care and daily tend the soil
And water so that as the sun shines warmly through the year
My thoughts begin their gentle growth
To challenge, motivate or source fear.
For I am never sure as to the nature of this stock:
Fragrant flower-filled rhyme and dancing couplet to bring smile;
Herb, with perfumed taste and scent to incense-fill the air;
Or maybe poisonous plant,
which pricks and leads my eye to tear.
In word and sentence my thoughts grow from me
Like chicks from mother hen;
Or clouds which race to transverse sky
In panicky, moon-stretched night.
‘Til one day, as morning walk I take,
I turn to find my pot fallen to the floor,
Its contents gone, no longer mine,
For they have filled another's head
And maybe too another's bed.

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