Dear Green Thumb:
I heard about you in a story A fable, a poem, a tale You were the talk of the forest And a VIP at the market But an enigma to me As real as a fairy And as fleeting as a dream. 'My thumb is a tinted shade of yellow' I weeped to my garden But it didn't hear me Because ... my thumb is a tinted shade of yellow. To the plant I killed And the ones I will: If this is any conciliation - We all end up in the ground. Whether our leaves are clean, Or browning in their tips Whether our thumbs are green Or more like my yellow tint And if we blossom and grow Then we may get uprooted And if we stay buried below We may still be polluted. So I'll use my thumb Even if it's nowhere near green I am in no way a gardener But my garden will be a sight unseen: A creation that comes from the dirt in me And it will blossom to whatever I would like it to be. ***
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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