Severe? Poem by Glen Kappy
Severe?
One might call
what I did
"severe"—
separating the limb
of that indoor plant
from its mother.
But I didn't stop there.
I cut again
all the curving part
that wouldn't
stand upright
in its intended vase.
And here I am
just a few weeks later
and that "child" of violence
has already grown roots
white and visible
in its watery glass cylinder.
This is such an emotional poem, Glen. When a piece from a plant is cut or a branch from a tree, i get the same feeling of such remorse. Its like cutting a limb off. The last para of the roots growing is a sign of survival. Hope!
Sometimes we witness events which, at first, make us think that surely this is the end of this or that thing, only later to see the new thing that emerges after. There is no resurrection without there first being a death—hard to take— but, I’m convinced, true. Geeta, thank you for this tender-hearted comment. -Glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/17/2024 5:16:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is hard-hitting truth that ends up with a sweet reassurance. Quite a metaphor, Glen, unique and unforgettable
Thanks, Susan, for reading and commenting. And you too take care of yourself—and thrive! ! ! -Glen