Don't forget to eat your
or you won't be able to see in the dark.
Don't you find it ironic
that it's there I spend my life. A spark
a speck of ember surrounded by the night
and yet, it is instead my weedy topper
that makes me stick out like a sore thumb,
but i'm not throbbing, i'm not bruised,
I just grow around and dig deeper.
weathered, chipped away by my surrounds,
notches, curves, bends, but i'm not weakened.
I just keep burrowing, like a rabbit
more like "what's down Doc?"
"Something to grow for and live for", I reply,
Because it sure as hell seems better beneath the surface.
fun but why leave blank word in opening line you could say 'it up all of them, we cooked them specially for you' to keep mystery or as it is told by the carrot...'they tell you to gobble up every last one of us, they boil us to mush, slice, grate, mix...'
ReplyDeletespeck of ember doesn't quite work more a speck of gold...don't quite get 'weathered' as stone is usually weathered by elements but carrots are safe in the squelchy rich dark mud...better beneath surface - great final line but build and exaggerate e.g. 'in the rich dark wet earth, my home, am safe cool strong...once wrenched from this place I am scalded, beaten, grated, boiled...my remains to compost and back to earth again..or you could think of the carrots relatives and children, descendents, staying on to serve humankind etc.