genessia | text; poem two.

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text; poem two.

The plant is caught in a pot of drying soil
The vines and roots become a tangled coil
Growing in layers upon layers onto itself
The aging window is closed behind the shelf
Sunlight is too indirect to provide
And yet
It tried.
Growing, attempting to bloom
The only sign of life in an empty room.
Neglected for so long. But not unnoticed.
Someone outside saw through the window closest
It gets moved. Relocated out the door.
The pot gets smashed and becomes no more
It is gifted endless ground for roots to explore
Growing, now ready to bloom
It thrives outside the empty room.

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It is a poem! Thank you.

Have you ever written one before?

No, I never thought to give it a try. But I have read some.

You should give it a try. It's a lot easier than it works.

So what do people write poems about. Apart from plants? Like I assume people put meaning behind them but don't make it obvious.

Everything! You can make poetry out of anything. Your poem can mean as much as you want it to or you can just make one to feel pretty and leave it to the reader to give it their own meaning.

There sounds like there is a lot to it. I think I might give it a try. Who knows it might be really fun.

There is and there isn't. If the words feel right to you, it's correct! It could be difficult or really easy. It's super fun when you're inspired to write. Freeform poetry is something you can get into right off the bat. You just put your pen on the paper and see what happens.

Is that what you do? Put your pen on the paper or in this case let your fingers do the typing.

Pretty much!

I think I am going to do that now. Thank you for the suggestion and I will let you know how it goes.

You're welcome! Please do. I'd be happy to read anything you write.

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