Poetry Month Offering # 4

I’m like , 20 poems behind…

Discarding

There. I did it.

The last plant you left me

dry , brittle brown and now

resting on top of the compost heap.

I wasn’t nice about it.

Slow starvation

Slow dehydration

Slow prolonged ending

Standing by the window

uselessly waiting —-

for me to notice the need

the wanting , the water.

Just like you, 

I can’t make anything grow

I can only kill —

and admire the cleanliness

of the window sill 

in the absence.

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About margaretelysiagarcia

Margaret Elysia Garcia primarily writes fiction, essays and poetry from a remote corner of the Sierra Nevada. She's currently working on a non-fiction book about body positivity through plus-sized alternative modeling .She blogs here and at Throwing Chanclas. And is the co-founder of Pachuca Productions a Latina owned microtheatre in Plumas County, California
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One Response to Poetry Month Offering # 4

  1. Good work. “…The last plant you left me [is] resting on top the compost heap…”

    Next year or for the next challenge spend the time working on learning new (or old) poetic forms. If you set a goal like that you may find it easier to do 30 poems in 30 days. Any free verse work that I produce in these challenges is purely happenstance. And if the piece is good or has potential, I pull it aside and place it in the submission bucket.

    Tell Joelle that I said hello. Her second book is far better than her first.

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