
I’m slowly killing another house plant
I try not to read too much into it
as I watch the leaves turn brown
and life fades away
The reasons for its demise remain a mystery
Am I watering it too much or not enough?
Too much sun?
Did I look at it wrong?
Was I meant to play Bach whenever I left the house?
My internet searches confirm
I don’t have a clue what I’m doing
As much as I
derive self-worth from the survival of my plants
I don’t have the energy to save this one
(or the one before)
(or the one before that)
So, I’ll witness its death
and wonder what I did wrong
I already know I won’t learn
Poor darling
I had such high hopes
but it never had a chance
If this is true, I am a plant killer too. 😔
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You’re amongst friends 💜
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The compost pile is how to complete the cycle of life and allow some self forgiveness.
But not the garbage.
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Oooo, great suggestion 👍
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I confess to the same problem, guilty! My solution has been to let the woman with a green thumb tend to the plants! LOL It seems to work better this way!! Hope all is well with you My Dear!!
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Haha, it’s important to know your limits. You’re a smart man Chuck 😆
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I try to know them. Ha! I have a wise woman that helps me find them and keep within them! LOL
Hope you are doing well and Happy!! 😊💕💖🌹
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Great allegory that talks about not being able to learn or do anything despite a string of broken relationships. That’s how I perceived it at least. Kind of sad, but sad poems are often the best.
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You’re on to it 👌 Thanke for sharing your thoughts O.P.
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This one is a killer, love it, Bree!!!
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Haha, thanks VB 😆
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Plant parenthood is hard!
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Right!
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