Nov 28 2008
Bonsai
You twist me in copper wires
You place me in shallow ground
You tell me you love me
as you shape me to your desire.
I bend to your will
your tender ministrations,
nurtured in the bell jar
of your care.
I dream no dreams.
I am nothing.
I am your perfection.
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This is the whimsical poetic plant in the livingroom, right? I think I recognized his/her voice
Ok, you just cured me of wanting a bonsai…then again, I kill all my houseplants eventually anyway.
SO HEY MS.Q!!!!! I just now figured out that when you swapped over, my bloglines subscription lost track of you! Now I’m like, five posts behind!!!!!!!
Happy thanksgiving & I’m going to start reading back!
A wonderful tree and a beautiful poem. I will make up a song and sing “I want to be your Bonsai” to the next girl I fancy. This is not a song that is real so I’ll have to make it up.
This is astonishingly simple, beautiful and thought-provoking. Bravo.
I’d like to set this to music…
rp
Speedy!! Sorry, no whimsical plants at Chez Q. Got some cacti, succulents, a Peace Lily and some “Lucky Bamboo” which aren’t really bamboo but no bonsai.
Jill: I like bonsai but also manage to kill them. It’s horrible. I stick with cacti and succulents and some very hardy plants.
Ricardo: Glad you liked my poem. I figured it might “resonate” with you! Unfortunately! Thank goodness this isn’t “based on personal experience”!
DigitalRich: Wow, been a while since we’ve both stopped by! Your blog is going strong I see. I know you manage musicians but do you also play?
Thanks for the compliment! Wow! You must hear a lot of great songs so..wow! I kinda thought this might make for a good song – I’ve been listening to Leonard Cohen and James Blunt and their lyrics are very poetic and thought provoking.
I wanted to write more along the bonsai/love theme but didn’t want to beat it to death plus figured it should be short like haiku.
Are you asking me if you can set it to music? Hmmm.
WOW… that is a great post…. simply perfection.
I had a Bonsai tree. I still have it but it has since past. What is left is a yellow and brown structure of its once, beautiful self. I cannot, for the life of me, throw it out. I wish I had taken better care of it. I still have my cactus though.
UT: Thank you for your compliment. This poem felt really good if you know what I mean and it’s great that you and the others are feeling it, too.
I don’t write much poetry and when I do, it usually comes to me out of nowhere – I’m experiencing or feeling something that is best expressed through poetry. In this particular case I was imagining how someone would feel if they were in a relationship where they were not accepted as they were and instead were being “remade” – a bit like Pygmalion/My Fair Lady. But then this image of being bound came to mind..and such is the creative process!
A fellow writer recommended Julia Cameron’s “The Artist’s Way” and I’m learning to be more accepting of my poetry. It’s taken me a long time to call myself a writer but poetry still has a bit of “who me?/Who am I kidding?” attached to it.
The word back from you all is very encouraging!
Unfortunately I have killed my share of bonsais. Their little mosses die off first and slowly I’m left with this perfect miniature of a dead tree. It’s hard to throw them out!
Ms.Q!
I was deleting spam comments and accidentally deleted yours. I wouldn’t to contact you, but couldn’t find a contact anywhere!
However, I saw and read your response to my post and I really appreciate your input and thoughts. Thank you for taking the time to respond in such length =)