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Look at her
selling books at flea markets,
the weediest
person I ever saw—
despite multiple attempts
to cultivate her,
she remains herself. No apologies.
No regrets.
She’s read each
book twice: sci-fi and murder
mysteries, finding God and edible
flowers, busking and
classical drama,
Simone, Maya, e.e.,
A.A. and me.
In flowered shirt
and toe-cut tennis shoes,
she hums blues in
parking lots of vendors
as if normalcy
existed as foil
to exceptional,
as if God’s treasure.
And she is like
a dandelion tree in
in a plastic sea,
parachuting seeds
that will grow minds
and imagination
in any ground,
government and season.
For my prompt
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Weeds/Weediness
Copyright © 2015 S.L.Chast
I think she is fine and beautiful..humming her own song...what better?
ReplyDeleteAnd she is like a dandelion tree in
ReplyDeletein a plastic sea, parachuting seeds
that will grow minds and imagination
in any ground, government and season.
She sounds fragile but at the same time bears a nature so resilient..!
I loved how you compared her to a dandelion tree! :D
Beautifully captured :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Anyone who parachutes seeds that will grow minds and imagination can be as weedy as they want to be! No apologies necessary.
ReplyDeletei can picture her in my mind's eye "parachuting seeds / that will grow minds and imagination" and growing faster...weediest person indeed! but a happy self :)
ReplyDeleteSusan,
ReplyDeleteThe bookseller reminds me of many I have met, around the world in the quaintest of odd bookshops. A haven of seeds of learning..
Eileen
Gotta love a woman like that: I love "as if normalcy existed as foil to exceptional". Love the dandelion tree in a sea of plastic. Tell her she is my She-ro! LOL.
ReplyDeleteWhoa! What a good poem! I loved it.
ReplyDelete"a dandelion tree in
ReplyDeletein a plastic sea, parachuting seeds
that will grow minds and imagination"
This makes me love weeds even more as plants and as people.
You've sketched a beautiful person here.
Cheers to the open air and walking free with open toed sneakers.
ReplyDeleteThe weed is never understood is she?
Oh, how I want to be her! Love this, Susan.
ReplyDeleteI like this weedy lady!
ReplyDeleteMy wife had a second hand bookshop and at weekends I helped out. It was one of the most rewarding (unpaid) jobs I ever had. It is so sad to see so many disappear in this technological age. This brought back so many memories Susan.
ReplyDeleteLove this portrait, particularly the final verse.
ReplyDeleteI love the bookseller! Your last stanza is brilliant, Susan.
ReplyDeleteShe is my kind of dandelion spirit. I am more weed than rose.
ReplyDeletea brave woman
ReplyDeleteWow! your use of imagery is sensational in this one; what a fond character you have drawn with your vivacious words
ReplyDeletethanks for dropping in to read mine
much love...
Yes! Maybe we do have such a strong reaction to weeds because they remind us of the unstoppable force of nature in a plastic world. Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteGood for her. She seems happy with her lot !
ReplyDeleteA great way to describe a singular person.
ReplyDeleteWeedy, yes, but cultivated and cultured. Any bookseller who reads the books they sell is my kind of person!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Susan!