Green girls

We are green girls born to be upright

Our capillaries swollen with life flow,

Suffused with chlorophyll our leaves bright,

God's chosen ones, we are magicians

With power of creation, we give oxygen!

We are genesis, we do photosynthesis!





When did we become sunflowers

bending at impossible angles ,

grabbing and grasping for light ?

We are green girls how did we turn white?









You wrapped your golden tendrils around us

we willingly allowed, this transgression , act

of aggression , encroachment on our space.

We shuffled ,shifted ,made adjustments

You blocked our light,

we let you without a fight.

We snuggled in your warm embrace,

intoxicated by your cool shade.

Blinded by an innocent desire,

an urge to merge.

When the tentacles pierced

our skin ,a wave of pain ,

surged through our veins,

we swayed but stayed.

Did we forget our destiny,

our biology, our gift?

Were we lonely, tired or guilty?

Was it generosity, tinged with pity?


Slowly you sucked our green,

our life blood ,turned us yellow

we revelled in the wrecking

rejoicing in our union ,

uniform in colour

we had become one!



When greener pastures called

the Creep in you had to relent,

it's your inherent temperament.

Delusional in our hallucination

We didn't notice your withdrawl

The creeper had to crawl.



You said we were dead

and you were not

*saprophytes.

(*those who feed on the dead)



Too late we realised

You were plain pathetic

Parasites (*feed on the living)





We were green girls.

We are now white!




Poetry by Seema
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Written on 2017-05-24 at 19:19

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Kathy Lockhart
This is magnificent! it is beautiful and sad, strong and defeated, alive and dead. It is a overcoming and powerful, redeeming metaphor. I love this!
2017-08-22



The title intrigued me! I like the poem's effort to incorporate scientific language -- sometimes we don't think of the vocabularies of science as especially poetic, but they can spark the imagination every bit as much as the moon in June!

Thank you for sharing this poem.
2017-05-25


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Great things can be accomplished incrementally. Bad things can too, creeping incrementally, perhaps with no ill intention, perhaps a great deal of ill intention.

This is very good.
2017-05-24