I Would Give Up Poem by Glen Kappy
I Would Give Up
After a week of daily summer rains
spurge, verda larga, bindweed, dandelions
and grasses I can't name
grow in maddening profusion
from landscape rocks, walkway cracks
and bald spots in the plotted grass.
And bushes and ivy I shaped or trimmed not long ago
again demand attention.
I want to tell them, "You win! I give up! "
But they wouldn't stop
no more than bills nor my sons' appetites
nor rust nor scale nor fungal infections…
nor me for that matter
coming back from the brooding precipice
again and again and again—
too many seeds of wonder in the dirt!
Wonderful description of the overpowering exuberance of weeds. Love the way you add in a typically understated way, “nor me for that matter.” Yes, the never-give-up spirit is an asset in life.
hey, laurie! i was responding to another comment when i saw this one by you unanswered—sorry about that. anyway, thank you. yes, the " exuberance of weed" —good phrase. sometimes i dream it would be nice if rain were selective. hoping you're well, glen
hey, laurie! i was just responding to another comment when i saw this one from you which appeared unanswered. sorry about that. anyway, thank you. wouldn't it be nice if rain were selective and only watered what we wanted to grow? but then i think, there i go wanting to play God again who knows better than any of us mere mortals. hoping you're well, glen
But they wouldn't stop - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - coming back from the brooding precipice again and again and again— too many seeds of wonder in the dirt! - - - - - - - - - A marvelous write on the energy hidden in the small things of nature. Loved particularly the last line 'too many seeds of wonder in the dirt! '
Hey, Bharati! Good to see your comment—thank you! I haven’t spent much time in PH the last week, so it’s nice to be brought back with something from you. Hoping you’re well in body, soul, and spirit, Glen
Too many seeds of wonder in the the dirt. Wonderful perception Glen! Reminds me of the lotus flower emerging out of a muddy pond.......10
hi, geeta! thanks for reading and commenting on this poem. i'm not familiar with lotus flowers, but i like the idea of one emerging from a muddy pond. the beauty in nature for me, as i expect for you as well, has lifted me again and again—from all that darkens, from the mud that would hold us and cling to us. let us remember beauty that is ever present and proliferates everywhere and can surprise us. -glen
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Ha! I liked this gardener's lament! ! Well written! onto my fav list!
thanks, susan. yep, rain isn't selective. everything grows, and a yard needs attention. there's a house nearby where the yard has gone to the weeds and has become a hiding place for a coyote! hoping you're well, glen