the weeds win

10 Jul

in the springtime
of his voodoo
possibilities seems to rise up
from the earth dancing
only to reveal themselves
to be the weeds returning
choking out the living forces
suffocating with their roots
entwined around hearts and throats
piercing fingers
and faith with their brambles

he lets them grow
exhausted and defeated
in the dark and cold
weary of the struggle
to clear the flowerbeds
daisies and tulips
now long gone
from inattention
and lost hope

(c) Micael Chadwick


3 Responses to “the weeds win”

  1. Lynne July 10, 2010 at 8:04 pm #

    weeds only win for so long..until a heavy foot comes to press them down…your foot will gain strength and the flowerbeds will bloom once again.. of this i hold to be true, Warrior Man…

  2. gayle July 10, 2010 at 10:29 pm #

    Beautiful poem!! Lynn is right ……….flowers win!!

  3. Nariane July 11, 2010 at 6:55 am #

    Metaphorically speaking – flowers always win.

    in terms of gardening … if it weren't for weeds – I wouldn't have a lawn. All hail the clover and the dandelions… 😉

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