from Public Domain Review


Time took
          my oldest friend’s life.

Her son took reams of paper,
scribbled with phrases and
her partially complete poems,
and put them in a metal box.
Locked it, and then buried it
in a corner of the garden.

Rain fell down on it, but it
          never blossomed,
          nor ever bore fruit.

Shared #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021

10 responses to “Planted”

    • Thanks, Hobbo. I’ve since told my children to please bury all my scribbles and notebooks, rather than throw them in a bin. My eldest said, That’s going to be a damned big hole. As for my friend, she had a very long life, and I’m a happier and better person for knowing her. And I told her so. ❤️

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