Hello Sunday Whirl…it’s been a while
burden, bends, drunk, poetry, virtue, palace,
ditch, diminishing, wish, breaks, room, steps
Twelve ways of looking at a potted plant
-Twenty one years, fourteen houses, seven phone numbers, two drunk roommates, one potted plant.
-Stretching from damp earth, sprouting at every angle, the potted plant reaches for artificial daylight in a windowless room.
-The dirt-stained, rainbow-striped pot is a dollar-store palace for the potted plant
-The potted plant once stood on the steps of a wooden ladder, an artistic homage to shabby chic.
-Sitting on my desk surrounded by papers and trinkets and pencils and pens, the potted plant hears every wish I make.
-If silence is a virtue then the potted plant can teach me a thing or two.
-I thought it would be a burden but I didn’t realise how much neglect a potted plant could suffer and still survive
-Potted plant beauty marks: yellow splotches brighten select leaves.
-In my potted plant collection: Ivy, Orchid, Jade Plant, That-Plant-That’s-Still-Alive.
-Accidently dropped on the kitchen floor, the potted plant bends and breaks stems. A natural pruning.
-The potted plant ends its life in the back lane ditch.
-Poetry is being read. It’s about the potted plant.