She is a Garden: Poem
In a room
halogen and fluorescent,
concrete and tile,
she is leaves,
vibrant green, encircled
the hard exterior protects her.
Keeps her off the floor
It keeps her water, vital,
out of the dirt she lies in and
all over the floor.
sentries protecting her,
Encircled with dirt and her,
lying on cold grey
A dead room.
She is the only source of life, and the first thing
the hint of creeping death.
mingled with green life
First one, then two
then four, then eight.
She doesn’t notice,
She’s simply content being
a source of artificial life surrounded by brick sentries,
in an artificial room.
all rights reserved. Copyright Justin W Price, November 3rd, 2011
Thanks for Reading.
A FREELANCE WRITER, HONORS STUDENT AND GOVER PRIZE FINALIST, JUSTIN W. PRICE (AKA, PDXKARAOKEGUY)is a POET, SHORT STORY, BIOGRAphy AND HUMOR WRITER. HIS POETRY COLLECTION, DIGGING TO CHINA, WAS RELEASED FEBRUARY 2ND, 2013 BY SWEATSHOPPE PUBLICATIONS AND IS AVAILABLE ON AMAZON.com, Barnes and Noble and through YOUR LOCAL BOOKSELLER.
HIS WORK WILL ALSO BE FEATURED IN BEST NEW FICTION (2014 EDITION), AND HAS APPEARED PREVIOUSLY IN THE RUSTY NAIL, EFICTION, THE CRISIS CHRONICLES, THE HELLROARING REVIEW, BURNINGWORD, SEE SPOT RUN AND THE BELLWETHER REVIEW.
HE WORKS AS A FREELANCE WRITER, EDITOR, AND GHOST WRITER, AND IS WORKING TOWARDS HIS PH.D. HE LIVES IN A SUBURB OF PORTLAND, OREGON WITH HIS WIFE, ANDREA, THEIR LABRADOODLE, BELLA, SCHNOODLE, SAUVEE AND BLACK MOOR GOLDFISH, HOWARD WOLOWITZ.
PLEASE VISIT HIS PROFILE PAGE FOR MORE INFORMATION. THANKS!
Other metaphorical poems of mine
More by this Author
i had a bird that flew away
An analysis of the poem, the Filling Station, by American poet laureate, Elizabeth Bishop.
The author writes a letter to his six year old self, explaining the origins of his emetophobia