Sunday, July 29, 2012

Pot Bound

The plant grew
and flourished, like love.
But neglect,
over time,
made both lose the will to live.
Death was a kindness.
 Tess and Zelko Nedic at Mag 128 provided the prompt for this sad shadorma!

35 comments:

  1. Your poem went straight to my heart.

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  2. You got that right , sister. You got to feed love!

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  3. Awww... how sad. Great capture though Jinksy. I always like what you do with the pics :)

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  4. I LOVE that you went with the pot......! Clever lady! :)

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    1. Thinks...I went to pot years ago! LOL

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  5. Nice perspective ~ Death would be kindness ~

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    1. Once a plant looks like this, its a done deal! LOL

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  6. Nurturing is important and cannot be neglected for very long. Thank you for the reminder, Jinsksy. I love your point of view. =D

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    1. I think it arose because I have no particular fondness for either dogs or hoodies! Hehehe! At least a pot plant is fairly innocuous. :)

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  7. But always keep Byron's "We'll Go No More A-roving" in mind. (And note the sudden change in the Good Doctor's appearance)

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    1. Why, hello! Nice to see you, to see you nice. Where have you been hiding? :)

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  8. nice to see a different take on this picture!

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  9. I like your explanation for its state!

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  10. Looks like my plants... I think I'm going to go water them now!

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  11. yes- love will wither and die if neglected-great reminder- now I'll go hug my sweetie pie!

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  12. ouch...neglect will do that...to most anything ....

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  13. Yes, neglect is cruelty by omission. Nicely captured.

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  14. Waste away & shrivel indeed! thanks

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  15. Oh my ... this was very clever to take a pice of the painting. Appropriate too at least where many live in the US draught. Very good!

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    1. Sadly, we can't blame the rain gods for neglect, though can we?

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  16. And years ago I used to be pleasantly potted - LOLOL

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  17. Green fingers lacking, I see...

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  18. Sad, honest and a little beauty.

    Anna :o]

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  19. I think my meantime house plants would agree wholeheartedly with you on this one!

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  20. Oh wow! This is profound. Aren't we just like that?!


    Excellent:

    "But neglect,
    over time,
    made both lose the will to live.
    Death was a kindness."

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  21. This is my favorite mag for this week!

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  22. Oh this is so good....so true....felt sad....pointing to a spot you talked for the whole picture.....

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  23. Both pot and plant simply lost the will, so why shouldnt pots be sentient ? , this has fot me thinking. I have read stories where the indigenous people of many stations recognise the consciousness of stones. So why not a pot that so many peoples admiration may have unwittingly fused some of our own life into ? . Where does pot consciousness go, when it " dies" , you have got me thinking again, Jinksy , thanks

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  24. But broken pots, which end up as shards, delight archeologists when they come to light after centuries, so I'm not sure pots ever 'die'...

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  25. I like that you chose to write about the plant. Well written!

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  26. for it to grow, nourishment is a necessity... love it...

    JJRod'z

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