HOME | DD

harmonicaaa — somber
Published: 2012-09-10 21:42:18 +0000 UTC; Views: 192; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 2
Redirect to original
Description I never water the plants.
I never wanted to.
It makes no difference, they'll thrive anyway.
The Others admonish me, they do.
But they don't know.
The plants don't need me.
No one does.
Maybe the spiders on the walls have become somewhat fond of me.
Probably on account of that their numbers don't bother me.
But that's just because I don't care.
About much.
Hardly anything at all.
I couldn't care less.
I think the Others should care less. Or more.
They admonish me for not watering the plants.
The plants don't care.
They thrive anyway.
Related content
Comments: 12

Ceasarman [2012-09-24 12:34:33 +0000 UTC]

Oh I have missed your poetry

👍: 0 ⏩: 1

harmonicaaa In reply to Ceasarman [2012-10-20 11:40:05 +0000 UTC]

That's very nice to hear.

👍: 0 ⏩: 0

All-My-Darkness [2012-09-12 03:09:24 +0000 UTC]

In the years
That are the morgue side of fifty
I think
I will think less
Of the future
Having less of it
To think about

-----------

And yes
I don't think plants need us
I don't believe they ever did

In fact I once read
If all humans died
The earth would be fine

Far Better really

Perhaps this is why we struggle
To find our place upon it

👍: 0 ⏩: 1

harmonicaaa In reply to All-My-Darkness [2013-03-05 19:48:48 +0000 UTC]

The words you choose writing every comment is such an art form, I hesitate to reply lest I disturb some unspoken rhythm of thought.

👍: 0 ⏩: 2

All-My-Darkness In reply to harmonicaaa [2013-04-19 18:43:57 +0000 UTC]

The gift of time you gave to thoughts...

Sometimes I feel there is theatre in every sentence if you look for it.

As a writer I often use music to sense the right flow
but many times my deaf eyes also beg for a perfect back drop

Art such as yours is the necessary element
Required to complete the song of words.

👍: 0 ⏩: 1

harmonicaaa In reply to All-My-Darkness [2013-05-10 11:43:54 +0000 UTC]

The theatre of time? A gift of perception

And a warmness of the intangible exchange of thoughts

👍: 0 ⏩: 0

harmonicaaa In reply to harmonicaaa [2013-03-05 19:50:53 +0000 UTC]

And as much of a disease we may be to mother Earth, there is not much more to do than to continue to exist and express.

👍: 0 ⏩: 1

All-My-Darkness In reply to harmonicaaa [2013-04-19 18:45:55 +0000 UTC]

Those are the wise words of both an artist and a realist.

👍: 0 ⏩: 0

SwankyPickle [2012-09-12 00:08:44 +0000 UTC]

This is hauntingly beautiful.
From your description, I can picture the scene perfectly. It'd be one of the winter months, wouldn't it, with the street engulfed in the scent of rosemary. One of those moments caught in time.
I love the repetition and the labeling of "The Others". It's quite simple yet fascinating---wonderful job.

👍: 0 ⏩: 1

harmonicaaa In reply to SwankyPickle [2012-09-12 00:12:04 +0000 UTC]

Oh, my. Thank you very much.
I'd pictured it as something more autumn-y, but that's why I like not to specify, to let everyone else think of they're own scenes. I never would have thought of rosemary. Nice.

👍: 0 ⏩: 1

SwankyPickle In reply to harmonicaaa [2012-09-12 00:25:07 +0000 UTC]

No thanks are necessary. This piece is lovely.
Personally, I'd think both winter or fall would work. Usually, both those seasons are portrayed as the culmination of sleep and finality---so they'd be terrific backdrops.
Because I didn't say it before, I have to say that I love the viewpoint you took with this. It reads like an internal monologue---in other words, perfection.
Rosemary with a hint of basil-that sounds about right.

👍: 0 ⏩: 1

harmonicaaa In reply to SwankyPickle [2012-10-20 11:38:16 +0000 UTC]

Well, necessary or not, I just feel the need to give something in return for repeatedly making me blush.
If you keep on like this, we'll have a whole recipe before long. ;D

👍: 0 ⏩: 0