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 plus-sized modeling. She's also searching for a publisher for her new collection of stories? Mary of the Chance Encounters. Her short story collection Sad Girls & Other Stories out now on Solstice Literary Press. She blogs here and at Throwing Chanclas and Girl Body Pride. Is a contributor to Hip Mama Magazine. She writes the zine The Adventures of Sad Girl with her daughter, Paloma. She’s a three-time director of the national Listen to Your Mother Show in Plumas County (www.listentoyourmothershow.com). She has an alternative women’s music show Milkshake & Honey on Plumas Community Radio (www.kqny919.org).
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.