Like perennial weeds
in a formal garden
unfazed by poison,
resilient to organic smothering,
procrastination returns.
MeeAugraphie
04/02/07
3.4.07
Unplanned Poetry - Another Side of Spring
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6 comments:
A very interestind poem. I see it from a gardener's perspective, and in life in general - weeds taking over as we just watch them grow around us....I've been doing that lately, but slowly getting things done!
Get Zapped - Our garden was very much on our mind, so much clearing was to have been done in winter, but is here waiting in spring. Thanks for commenting. Any forward movement is success, I think.
I like the vision of procrastination as a weed. If so I am a vacant lot. Oh, that sounds bad, doesn't it?
Good poem.
Sarala - that was brilliant, a vacant lot, guess there are a lot of vacant lots out there, I definitely qualify more than I don't. Thanks for your comment.
great poem!!
Shelby - Thank you.
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