I didn’t know what I was looking for
When I started pulling weeds from this garden
I just saw my plants were dying
And dug through the soil
Thinking it would be obvious what needs to go
But by the time I had finished
There was nothing left unturned
SWD 09/2019
awesome!
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As a reader, I get the feeling that there could be a double emotional meaning to this piece. It seems the narrator cleared away the clutter (weeds) that perhaps had obscured the narrator’s view (and movement forward). Effective poem.
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Yes, absolutely! I wrote this about being so focused on getting rid of bad stuff (weeds), and not taking time to really determine what is necessary to get rid of, that I sometimes accidentally get rid of some good stuff too (flowers)
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I can totally relate. Have a wonderful week!
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Wonderful đź’–
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Wonderful poem. It’s oftentimes difficult to differentiate the good and bad when you’re trying to get rid of what’s weighing you down. I hope you find what’s good for you and allow those flowers to thrive!
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