A dying plant

by Darren   Jan 23, 2016

It is here
that I stand reaching
both high,
with outstretched limbs
grabbing as much sky
as my meagre frame allows
then low
lower than my mood
searching for nutrients
a search hampered
by my surroundings.

Thirst is killing me
recognition and ardour
my water
love and affection
my sunlight
yet darkness prevails.

If I was a plant
dying in a pot
rooted in parched soil
leaves wilting and falling
stems collapsing
fanning my base
with green turning to yellow
then brown
a backwards cycling rainbow.

I would understand my invisibility
those abruptly interrupted conversations
my words only utterances
ideas immediately ignored
forever lonely among a crowd.

But I am not a plant
though dying is very true
as are we all
I may be insignificant now
yet our destiny is identical
we are but worm food
nutritional dust and bones.

contest entry for maples contest


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  • 3 years ago

    by Phil

    This is perfectly done

  • 4 years ago

    by Em

    This is amazing. Fab write.

    We are all heading the same way. Em

  • 4 years ago


    Well deserved win Darren! Well penned!

    • 4 years ago

      by Darren

      Thanks Gnome

  • 4 years ago

    by DarkLight

    Amazingly beautiful

    • 4 years ago

      by Darren

      Thanks buddy

  • 4 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Judging comment

    I feel that everyone has felt like a dying plant within our lifetime, however the way that Darren so powerfully expressed just blew me away.

    The metaphoric tones and heartfelt feelings are meshed very well within this piece. I was clearly blown away, excellent write by Darren!

    • 4 years ago

      by Darren

      Thanks Maples

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