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.


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

26 comments:

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

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

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    1. I could easily see that aspect to it, yes

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  3. Very intense, Rommy - I like it

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

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

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

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

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  8. 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. 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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  9. Very intense and beautifully rich with feeling, xoxo Oma Linda

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

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

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

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  11. This is great. I adore you.

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