The Weeds

CaptureMy Featured Blogger this week is Rose Perez of Poet Rummager. Rose, who sell collectibles and art online, often finds things that, as she puts it, “have hilarious and, at times, dark stories to tell.” And finding these poetical prompts too “thrilling (and) creatively random” to ignore, she simply has to tell their stories.

Poet Rummager

I don’t make wishes anymore.

They float away.


Clutching the earth

Sinking teeth into dirt

Sprouting into monsters

Once held in captivity

Now wild and rampant

Behold the weeds of my iniquity.


Psalm 51:5, KJV: Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me.


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Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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8 Responses to The Weeds

  1. Excellent! My definition of a great poem is one that paints a word picture in a few words, is understandable, and has a profound message. This is a great poem.

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  2. Thank you, dear Mitch. What an honor to be reblogged by you! xo

    Liked by 1 person

  3. An Audience of One says:

    How clever this is!

    Liked by 1 person

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