In the kitchen window
the coleus I cut down to stumps
to make cuttings for friends
is spreading new leaves to the sun.
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A poem of beauty and pain. Friends are like plants give them warmth and love, no matter how they are cut down they will come back.
VERY VERY INSPIRED POEM ALL THE LINES ARE BEAUTIFUL....The newest is brightest................SIMPLE AND SUPER
ha ha. i threw away my plants. my neighbor took them out and kept them now i miss them. and to think some think i act compusively.
I would visit my friends but feel troubled and shy. Nice stitch. This last two lines gives the writing another status of social reality. Beautiful cool writing but much powerful to touch the conscious. Regards, pranab.
good poem. congratulation. I invite you to read my poem and comment. Yours Gajanan Mishra
Stupendous. I think here is a glimpse to new thought.new dream.
A well crafted and beautifully written poem, the meaning I cultivated was the clash between old hopes and new dreams.
Simply beautiful! Beauty and art at its best.