Poetry Power: “weeds”
The Olympian shares this poem by junior Maddie Newman. “A little while ago I found these two old hotel key cards in my jacket pocket; I didn’t know what to do with them. That weird feeling is what inspired this poem, even though it’s only mentioned briefly,” they said. “This is an attempt to express my feelings over the recent loss of human connection.”
weeds
cracks throughout the day
weeds grow between
when i start to pull
the concrete lurches
the depth of their roots scare me
i leave them
with these bloody hands
disfigure them to be roses
as they once were
i spot them in unusual places
they sprout up within conversation
my newly-found green thumb scrolls through photos
and finds hotel keycards
in forgotten jacket pockets
water underground,
leftover from the rain and warm hands
nourishment for the weeds
a watering can is dropped
a puddle forms
i look down,
and see a gardener within
they look back
examining closer, these weeds
may be holding the sidewalk together
the plausibility cements me to the ground
i leave the task of navigating the complex root system
for another day
are they growing?
This is great! The language is wonderful, and each line flows really well into the next. I also love that this came from simply finding hotel keycards in your pockets, not knowing where they came from; inspiration can come from anywhere, and can produce amazing results!
This is great i would love to know the ideas behind it amazing work!