In the corner I sit in an earthenware pot,
twisting to the sun with all I have got,
I do not understand how your eyes could not see,
that the room was too dim for the likes of me,
Now the window is open and I can smell the rain,
bringing life to my brothers and sisters flowering again,
And all that I have is this unbearable thirst,
to be in your care is most certainly a curse,
Please, oh please pour on me that delectable shower,
and restore these dying roots back to their sprouting power,
And and one more thing I am not an ashtray,
and do you tell your maid to keep away,
If she bumps me again with that dreadful vacuum,
I will lose my green and spoil the room,
I try to tell you, my brown leaves rant,
but no one listens, I am only a house plant.
Author notes
I request the position of house plant.
A contest entry
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Comments
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Love it!
Delightful. This was alot of fun to read. I really like sustained personification which you have done so well in this piece.
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Moody Plant, Great Write
Clever write, enjoyable read.....I love the charactor you have given your plant, in one verse the plant is confused (hey people wheres the sun?) , then the plant is pleading (help,Im dying of thirst) Then the plant bitches a little about the maid....LOL. I like how you chose to give your plant depth and a variety of emotions.....Poor plant. Great write.
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oh very witty! Great write! It really made me smile, however, one question, WHY on earth would you want to be a plant?
thanks for entering
TeenageTears
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