Roots – a poem by Jeda Pearl

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Roots

I am a thistle

Prickly on the outside

Strong on the outside

Defiant

Defended

 

But on the inside I am thistledown

delicate

gossamer

momentary

Blown this way and that,

you could crush me with one sigh

 

I am ackee

Tough on the outside

Bold on the outside

Vivacious

Distinctive

 

But on the inside I am tender pulp

estranged

underripe

divided

Carried to new lands,

you could quash me with one look

 

I am the wind

harsh, unsettled, wild

warm, refreshing, calm

Resilient

Enduring

 

Yet my seeds will burrow and grow again

and

blossom,

bear fruit

Bending in the breeze,

reaching stems refuse to break

 

{for they are all of me}

 

~ Jeda Pearl  |  © 14th September 2017

 

Bringing my imperfections out for all to see has been tough/weird/scary/wonderful/a relief! Of course, I turn to writing to process stuff. I’m haven’t studied poetry and don’t read it much, but this just flowed out and I made it fit my own rhythm pattern! Anyway, here it is. *** Roots I am a thistle Prickly on the outside Strong on the outside Defiant Defended But on the inside I am thistledown delicate gossamer momentary Blown this way and that, you could crush me with one sigh I am ackee Tough on the outside Bold on the outside Vivacious Distinctive But on the inside I am tender pulp estranged underripe divided Carried to new lands, you could quash me with one look I am the wind harsh, unsettled, wild warm, refreshing, calm Resilient Enduring Yet my seeds will burrow and grow again and blossom, bear fruit Bending in the breeze, reaching stems refuse to break {for they are all of me} *** Copyright: Jeda Pearl Lewis 14 September 2017

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