Tuesday, October 11, 2011

The Botanist

Was it love
that thrust your hands
into my dirt
and sent your fingers searching
until they found
my tender roots?

Was it love
that had you lift me high
and carry me
like a prize
through my wild and tangled woods?

And, was it love
that made you give me
pride of place
in this manicured space
of choking tidiness?

If so, I don't think that I care for love.
It feels too much like dying.

For Open Link Night at dVerse

44 comments:

Nick Rolynd said...

Oh, wow. That made me shudder a little. It really makes you think, "What if?"

Great piece.

- Nick

Brendan said...

A curse on those anatomists of Love -- ain't how you know it, it's how you do and do and do it. Now back to those "wild and tangled woods"! - Brendan

Louise said...

Aww...the ending threw me a bit! I was agreeing with you until then.. ;) Though I get it. I used to feel like that. Great poem :)

Anthony Desmond said...

Nice write... wasn't expecting that end.. great poem

Claudia said...

this first stanza is so sensual that it took my breath away..the ending is horrible...love should always stay out in the wilderness in a way...that's where it really belongs...

mrs mediocrity said...

ouch, that kind of love a girl can do without. or perhaps it isn't love, after all?

Uneven Stephen said...

Ouch. Great poem. Love the phrase "manicured space / of choking tidiness".

hedgewitch said...

Yeah, I have other names for that, too. Biting and on target with every word, scientifically proved all the way.

ayala said...

wow...I love this!

Daydreamertoo said...

Pride of place makes it sound like a trophy and no, that isn't love.
Powerful write from you once again MZ.

Suzy Q said...

First stanza is simply breathtaking!
Images that will cling for a long time to come.

I think love has to stay close to its roots, the wild places where it germinated from.

johnallenrichter said...

WOW! Wasn't sure where that was coming from until the end.. I love twists at the end like that! It's no fun being transplanted to a manicured lawn after having been free, sans hedge-clippers....

Fred said...

Strong piece Mama, nicely done

Fireblossom said...

Could this be why scientists, if they appear at all, are always villains in fairy tales?

wolfsrosebud said...

do love the tactical feel to your words

chromapoesy.com said...

Fantastic work, saw the end coming (my degree's in Biology but now I know better and make art:))!

Pat Hatt said...

A real uprooting piece, love it, or ummm hate it, now you have me confused...haha

jen revved said...

Wonderful use of imagery to convey feeling, striking empathy in this reader...xxj

Arron Shilling said...

so well thought out and developed to a T.

love the darkness and the revelation - what a great ending - kicker!

oceangirl said...

Wow didn't expect the ending but love it so,

Joseph Hesch said...

A place of choking tidiness connotes a gilded cage. Is any love worth the loss of one's independence? Loss of self? Such a thought-provoking piece!

Shawna said...

Oh my. This might be the best of yours that I've read. Incredible. Love the close:

"If so, I don't think that I care for love. It feels too much like dying."

signed...bkm said...

a manicured space of choking tidiness..
that is what life feels like at times...and it does feel like dying....bkm

Mark Kerstetter said...

POW! You do this so well.

manicddaily said...

Whoa! Very powerful. So sensual and then so strong. (Whoops!) Terrific.

Charles Elliott/Beautyseer said...

Ouch. Seems so lovely at first.

Just exactly how much water, fertilizer (!!!) and TLC would it take for that botanist who has tried to give you room to grown to gently bring you to the glorious flowering that he obviously knows you are capable of, and so urgently desires for you?

Brian Miller said...

damn. hard truth...and a cold reality...and now they forget to water you as you sit in the window and wither...

Ravenblack said...

Someone else's definition of act of love is sometimes highly stifling and sterilizing. The entire picture of uprooting does invoke some feelings of horror if one thinks on it.

Thanks for your poem.

Patricia said...

love allows you to thrive and bloom... to grow wild, and yes, even be pruned when needed...but even that allows for more grow... sigh... sad ending.

Ann LeFlore said...

What an amazing poem and so sad that you do not care for love because it makes you feel like dying I hope that one day you can find love and will not think you have died
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/11/the-day-of-the-dead/

marousia said...

Wow - love this :)

JANU said...

Nice...powerful words.

kaykuala said...

MZ,
Some strong words that might pull him back a little. A twist to the normal mundane endings. Excellent verse!

Hank

tinkwelborn said...

Wow! 3 Wows on this poem today.
sensual! and then....yet, the end blows up in your face.
the first stanza was sensually riveting, for me.

nice words & lines...nice flow. thank you.

ab said...

"...pride of place
in this manicured space
of choking tidiness?" -- I love these lines and can relate so deeply to their meaning. Another Great poem MZ!

Laurie Kolp said...

I love the change of tone in this... emotional, yet gritty... great poem!

Linda said...

I love the perspective of this one. I would hate being uprooted against my will!

Dave King said...

A fine poem, a powerful statement and a deep truth.

happygirl said...

Haunting and cloying. But I did wonder if he ate you. *naughty

Teresa said...

What a wonderful poem. It really changes the perspective and makes you think.

Mary said...

Strong writing, Mama Zen. I like poetry with surprise endings.

gautami tripathy said...

Loved the ending...

!!!!

stolen moments

The Gooseberry Garden said...

love your blog,

come join our poetry picnic week 9 today,
first time participants can share 1 to 3 random poems.

Old poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome.

Hope to see you in.

Best!
xoxox

Andy said...

Hello.
Powerful statement of a poem.
Ending took me by surprise.

Nicely expressed.

Thanks for sharing & for your visit/comment. They are much appreciated.

Bashful Lady