My heart’s
like a succulent
retaining
a lifetime of wrongs
fleshy with nerve
Hardy
equipped with tools
for surviving
long periods of neglect
blooming infrequently
if at all
In feast times
I’ve learned
overstoring leads to rot
and after long drought
replenishes
So I adapt
but it’s hard to cultivate
new growth
in this climate
For Friday Flash 55 offered by Joy at Verse Escape
This is so simple and good, like home baked bread, and you make a very hard-earned wisdom seem common and easy in the voice of your succulent--yet nothing is harder than living in the desert, juggling the harshness with the unexpected occasional abundance thatrots things so easily. I love this, Marian--and an excellent, clear and compelling 55. Thanks for playing, and try as well as you can in this climate, to have a kickass weekend.
ReplyDeleteToo kind, thank you Joy, and I really don't know how to bake bread so I guess I'll have to keep working with these words and stuff
DeleteA very inventive metaphore...we do tend to oscillate between feast and famine, on many levels. Great idea, well executed.
ReplyDeleteSteve K.
Egad...metaphor, or course.
DeleteAs I said on facebook, I see you blooming over there with your gorgeous blooming children. But I agree, it is hard to cultivate anything in this climate.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautifully drawn, apt metaphor. Love it, Marian.
ReplyDeleteThis is such an excellent analogy, Marian. The flower of the cactus is all the more precious for being rare and surrounded by thorns!
ReplyDeleteIt is true that the heart never forgets but it can overcome just about any circumstance.
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