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Array ( [sid] => 17851 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => The Weed [time] => 2003-05-20 07:35:00 [hometext] => This poem was a class assignment in which we all had to find something in nature, watch it, describe it, etc. Well...it was an extremely hot day, and the weed was the first thing I saw. (It was the true personification of helplessness...) [bodytext] => Hot, red brick; and
Between the cracks,
Weed is battered by heat.

Withering, dry weed;
Helpless before the cruel,
Merciless sun.

The sweat and dirt smell of death;
The death of the weed, powerless
As the shadow that is
Directly under the table.

It has nothing and is nothing;
Waiting to be plucked
From between the hot, red bricks.

There is nothing I can do to change
The direction my life is taking.
The weed and I, like criminals left to the mercy
Of the sun; of the rain, that
Has yet to come from under the clouds.

The weed is miserable and ugly,
A slithering worm. Reminder
Of this heat, of this cruelty that
Is destined to face me
Day after day.
[comments] => 1 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 21 [informant] => starkindler [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

The Weed

Contributed by starkindler on Tuesday, 20th May 2003 @ 07:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Hot, red brick; and
Between the cracks,
Weed is battered by heat.

Withering, dry weed;
Helpless before the cruel,
Merciless sun.

The sweat and dirt smell of death;
The death of the weed, powerless
As the shadow that is
Directly under the table.

It has nothing and is nothing;
Waiting to be plucked
From between the hot, red bricks.

There is nothing I can do to change
The direction my life is taking.
The weed and I, like criminals left to the mercy
Of the sun; of the rain, that
Has yet to come from under the clouds.

The weed is miserable and ugly,
A slithering worm. Reminder
Of this heat, of this cruelty that
Is destined to face me
Day after day.

Copyright © starkindler ... [ 2003-05-20 07:35:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: The Weed (User Rating: 1 )
by S_K_Williamson on Tuesday, 20th May 2003 @ 06:32:19 PM AEST
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I would think you got a good grade for this piece of work.......maybe I need to take a closer look at my "weeds". I really liked this .
Great write,
Sharon;)

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