Poem -

Sussing the Pot Plant

The green pot plant
standing
all alone, on the cool
bottom
black step of our new
and still
shiny spiral staircase,
appeared
to be moulting along
with the dog ..
My dear good lady wife
always notices
such things and said, 
it was a fine example
of subtropical,
variegated weeping fig ..
Then she asked,
if I thought, it may ever
feel lonely ..
I said, I doubt it, after all,
it’s got the dog
and a view through our
new triple glazed
French windows across
the garden
into the forest beyond ..
She just smiled,
wiped both of her eyes,
and then she
wept back to the dishes ..

 

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Jac Tales

They say if you bad mouth a pot plant it will eventually perish and die. I feel like that pot plant sometimes. A Nice Write Neville. 

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Neville

Thanks for that and although I've never heard that expression I shall bare it in mind .. Stay cool Jacques .. and well of course .. Neville 

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Rory McGinlay

I read someone ashamed of loneliness, here. A secret that kills

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author
Neville

You shouldn’t believe everything you read into my friend ..!Neville 

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Neville

I try to avoid resorting to mental defence mechanisms .. and no, that's not denial .. that's the absolute truth .. cheers tho' .. N :)

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