It was just a common wild plant
With unusual leaves
He found it in his backyard
And tended it tenderly
It bloomed under his expert care
He was proud of this novelty
And lavished all attention
From a nondescript plant
It became a cynosure of all eyes
Then one day, a similar plant
Sprouted in the neighbour’s garden
After all it was just a wild plant
Heart broken that it was not a rarity he had thought
He uprooted the plant and threw it on the roadside
The poor, common plant
Lies there dying, wondering
What wrong did it do?
Perhaps it was more about the other garden and not the plant itself. This is so beautifully penned. Oh, and thanks for cynosure – a new word for me!
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Thank you and thank you. Maybe it was about the garden but the poor plant suffered.
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You are doubly welcome! There are always casualties in gardening and perhaps it was the plant’s fate to suffer so.
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Perhaps it was.
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The way you understate it underpins the subject so well, beautifully told.
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Thank you Paul. I really appreciate your insightful words.
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My pleasure
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It touched re.. 🙂💕
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Thank you dear. 🤗🤗
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ha, ha, ha!! This wonderfully written!! So humourous; so true!! I was such a wild plant, and was fortunate enough to be bloomed under a compassionate one’s tender care!! 🙂
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Thank you for your comment.
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You are welcome!! 🙂
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This is so sad and poignant!
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Yes, it is. Thank you so much.
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It just pinched in the end, which was so appropriate ! ❤
beauty of poetry, pain and sadness becomes melodious ! 🙂
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😘😘 Thank you for brightening my day.
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I’m glad to know that, and happy to ! ❤
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I think the gardener just wanted something special, unique only to himself. It’s unfortunate because I don’t think we unique things in life, I think it’s only our interpretation that’s unique. Either way, I’m sorry for the little plant, it might not have been unique but it still bloomed under the gardener’s care.
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I too felt sorry for the little plant. Thank you for your insight and we do think alike, Marie. 😊💕
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delightful tale that echoes our current throw away society … 😦
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So true. Thank you.
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