In The Wrong Place

In The Wrong Place short poem

Photo by Annie Mole 

Sinuous roots stretch scrawny limbs,
Seeking security in a forbidding terrain.
Tentative fingers probing for purchase,
Momentarily anchor, creep and grasp again.
Mindless ambition, an instinctive will,
Drives a path to solar sustenance.
Revitalising rays multiply cells,
Promoting uninvited regeneration.
Wrenched head first from its bed,
A weed is just a flower in the wrong place.

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Preeti
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I simply loved the line ‘A weed is just a flower in the wrong place’. It’s almost the summary of the poem…amazing!

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