The tomatoeswere growing too close
Blocking each other's light,
Choking each other's roots.
Their true leaves had budded
Fleshy and full
A sign of readiness,
A sign of need.
I heard them
And gave them
Rooms of their own.
Rooms of their own.
Sometimes a woman
Needs a room of her own
To dig in new roots
To breathe her own oxygen
Uncolored by yours
To embrace the full sunlight
Undappled and alone.
When you see a woman
with true leaves
Give her a room of her own.
9 comments:
"I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street." -Virgina Woolf.
TT,
I wonder sometimes if that inability to cross the street is shackles put on by men, men of conventional thought.
Bust loose TT. It's your room. Grow giant tomatoes, grow giant thoughts.
M-
I think that applies to both men and women.
We all need to find a path to grow our roots. Sometimes a path not easily understood to some, but always a path towards growth.
I like it! Sorry, I was trying to think of a response that was more poetic.
I don't have a witty or poetic response, but that is sooooo true.
No poetic response here either. Great post!!
If you are the tomato, it is up to you to take the space and fill it. Soak up the sun. But be gracious.
I'm just a dumb guy though.
-jwm
You betcha baby!
Sweet. I am going to forward this poem to my boyfriend explaining why I don't want to move in together yet :)
Sigh. Why does this poem make me wilt.
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