I grew up in an inner city jungle
Where poverty's wilderness was muddy thick
Hard to run through without getting stuck
Or see light beyond its grey shady canopy
I flew out through a narrow concrete crack
Discovered that nature is wildly alive
Like you
Like me
Each other's reflection
Conglomeration of
Order - chaos
Growth - destruction
Reason - insanity
Love - hate
Life - death
I saw myself become
Green then a rainbow
Naturally fused
I am nature
Nature is me
Our bond
Superbly strong
Like a weed
For Earthwheel.
Powerful and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI am always awed at your writing.
I love this! Nature being wildly alive....the bond so strong, like a weed.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful
ReplyDeleteHi Myrna, Turns out I could connect easily to your site through my Wordress Reader but not through the Earthweal link - strange. I love your poem. The idea of escaping through a crack in the concrete really appeals to me. I feel at home in nature too. Suzanne of Mapping Uncertainty
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your biographiocal love story, Myrna, which I can identify with – I grew up in South London in ‘poverty's wilderness’, ‘Discovered that nature is wildly alive’ and am now happy being a green weed.
ReplyDeleteExcellent poetry filled with contrast which is the reality of life. Some wildflowers are considered weeds but, they hold beauty and have strong roots.
ReplyDeleteI love how you set up the opposites in nature and in ourselves: pleased you managed to escape the city jungle and find a new kind of wilderness!
ReplyDelete"I flew out through a narrow concrete crack"
ReplyDeleteGreat line, Myrna, lovely poem...JIM