sun breaks through my blinds,
slanting over the dead succulent garden
i just can’t seem to get rid of.
i rise out of bed,
stretch my long stems,
and move my way across the grass
that lies in my room.
my leaves ache for water,
but the water is shut off,
so i thirst.
Hannah, I like how the speaker identifies with a plant!
Yay! So glad to read this poem!
Love the central image in this poem! And so, so glad to see you on here!
Thank you so much for telling me about this!!
I totally messed this up. I am so embarrassed lol
This is wonderful! Beautifully sustained image/metaphor! Love it!
Excellent extended metaphor…
water sounds
winter jazz relaxing
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