Ivy

Death was the beginning.
No, it started before then.
Ivy, green and spreading,
just needing something to cling to.

It paid no mind
to the wildflowers
running freely where they willed.

Nor to the fact,
the wood was rotten to begin with.

Wanting only home,
objecting when pulled away,
still knowing no home is here.

 Song Choice: If It Makes You Happy by Sheryl Crow

This post is part of Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads Flash 55 post. Go visit and take a look at some other great poetry. 
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26 comments:

  1. Sharon RawsonJune 8, 2015 at 1:36 PM

    This was deep on a lot of levels. I really got it! Wonderful, Rommy!

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  2. Debra She Who SeeksJune 8, 2015 at 2:18 PM

    Reminds me of a few bad relationships that I've seen and sometimes been in myself.

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    1. RommyJune 9, 2015 at 10:48 AM

      I could easily see that aspect to it, yes

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  3. ElioraJune 8, 2015 at 2:29 PM

    Very intense, Rommy - I like it

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    1. RommyJune 9, 2015 at 10:49 AM

      Thanks Lorelei. I think the 55 word limit forced some of that intensity of feeling.

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  4. brudbergJune 8, 2015 at 2:52 PM

    There is something menacing about ivy.. I somehow got to think about Rebecca and Manderley (though I think it was Rhododendron there)

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    1. RommyJune 9, 2015 at 10:49 AM

      It creeps about everywhere. Our backyard came loaded with a ton of it and boy to we need to watch it!

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  5. Sanaa RizviJune 8, 2015 at 2:57 PM

    A lot of depth & wisdom in this beautiful piece :)

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  6. UnknownJune 8, 2015 at 3:40 PM

    Very nice. First two lines are my favorite. :-)

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  7. grapelingJune 8, 2015 at 8:05 PM

    layered and moving ~

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  8. Laura MorriganJune 8, 2015 at 10:22 PM

    Oooooh loveeee!

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    1. RommyJune 9, 2015 at 10:51 AM

      I thought you might. There's a wee undercurrent of gothic horror I was trying to get at.

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  9. Magaly GuerreroJune 9, 2015 at 8:53 AM

    Sometimes we start something that feels great in the surfaces, that looks alive (even if very deep inside we know that there is rot at the foundation). So when we look back, after time has crawled all over what used to look steady and eternal, we nod (with pain... and knowingly).

    All that being said, other times, death most be the beginning... It's the only way to get nutrient-rich soil in which to plant our forevers. ♥

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    1. RommyJune 9, 2015 at 10:53 AM

      True. And looking back on the growth might seem an exercise futility, but it does serve as very rich compost looked at the proper way.

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  10. OmaLindasOldeBaggsandStuftShirtsJune 9, 2015 at 9:40 AM

    Very intense and beautifully rich with feeling, xoxo Oma Linda

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    1. RommyJune 9, 2015 at 10:54 AM

      Thank you. I'm so pleased the intensity was there.

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  11. Kerry O'ConnorJune 9, 2015 at 9:50 AM

    A really lovely poem - amazing amount of detail for 55 words.

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    1. RommyJune 9, 2015 at 10:58 AM

      Thanks. The limit was a challenge, but it was one I think I needed.

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  12. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJune 12, 2015 at 4:22 AM

    Intriguing images!

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  13. AnonymousJune 30, 2015 at 2:26 PM

    This is great. I adore you.

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