- Non-Erotic Poetry
- a bonsai of thorns
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the midget cactus stood there
next to the train tracks
under blistered sun
drowning in the drought
shriveled up like raisins
as if waiting for a ride
she just turned, and was eight
set to save it's life
to be the hero
with pink sparkling dress
taking stellar cellular photos
barking demands was her super power
I, the parent
plucked and planted the cactus
according to her whimpers
in an elephant ear pot
spreading multi-colored pebbles like frosting
adding faucet rain drops
magnify glass, tweezers and lamp
surgically removing miniature thorns
from callused grown up fingers
measuring no regrets
in exchange for adolescent smiles
pondering lessons learned
passing by, a green fly swatter
in hand makes a Jedi's sword
daring to save the planet
killing flies one smack at a time
running into the black cat
past a bonsai of thorns
- COMMENTS
PoissonSurLaLuneover 12 years agoA lot of really lovely images in this very adorable poem. MY one complaint is that I didn't really "get" the last stanza, with the black cat. But I am going to assume that is because I am thick.
