I was torn
Posted by funky uncle mustard on 04 Oct 2006 at 11:16 pm | Tagged as: Adjusting to Change, Being Yourself, Poem, PoeticMustard, PunkMustard
I was torn, transplanted
Placed in space anew
I was awkward
And even ugly
Slowly
I extended root
One part shot
Up another
Straight out
Stretching toward
Light
It lives fully
unconcerned
about appearances
And thrives
Why can’t I?
–
5 June 2005
1st comment explains what I was thinking.
What was I thinking?
My inlaws let me take a shoot from a really strange plant someone else had given them. I don’t even know what kind it is. It started as this long little leaf just stuck in a pot. And it grew. And kept growing. It looks hideous the way the new leaves shot straight out of other leaves. One stem reaches about 5 feet to the ceiling, where it is momentarily blocked while it tries to reroute. That long stem has no leaves. . .yet. Once a year, maybe twice, the plant produces one beautiful flower that blooms for one night, in the night only, then withers away.
The poem is from the plants point of view, with a switch at the end to mine. In life, we are often transplanted and struggle to adjust to change.