I do not know your name, O weed,
Your genus, species, class, or breed,
But I think the only fact I need
Is this: that if I touch you, I will bleed.
I do not know your name, O weed,
Your genus, species, class, or breed,
But I think the only fact I need
Is this: that if I touch you, I will bleed.
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Oh, that’s nothing compared to the thistles we got in Texas:
http://scrutinies.net/2010/04/wildflower-commute/
The JOB replies:
But had I done as you would do, O weed,
My family – your phylum, my brood – your breed,
Then perhaps at roots you’d stem the felt need
To fall upon the fingers of life…and bleed.
Since the weed itself is shaped like a hand,
consider calling this nightmare strand
(as effective as any steady Luger)
Freddy Kreuger.
World’s Skinniest Sonnet
His
Piss
Miss-
Es
Grand
Sand-
Banned
Land:
Thus,
Rose
Grows;
Heeds
Weeds’
Seeds.
As much as I am enjoying the poetry–
since I live in your region of the world, JOB, could you tell me what the heck this is and how I should avoid it?
IC,
The plant was in my backyard here in SoCal. Right at the edge of the patio. I said “at play in the fields of the JOB,” because I was encroaching on his turf by writing poetry, and poetry inspired by plants to boot.
Ah. I am abashed at my lack of nuance. But glad that spiky green thing doesn’t exist here.
Erodium sp. — from the family Geraniaceae
The pokies are in fact the flower’s ovaries, which elongate after pollination — characteristic of the family
here’s to poetry and botanizing!
-(Jonathan’s niece)
Geraniaceae is THISCLOSE to Gerasene…
I love the idea of ovaries that can make Lickona bleed. All creation groans!