I own a plot.
It is decorated with a bungalow
of reasonable proportions
surrounding it, an array of flora
most hybrid,
all colourful
and twenty first century,
styled in Mediterranean fashion.
An oasis
in a desert of concrete,
but
then
to my neighbour
my plot
is part of that desert too…

Comments
Silver Spun Sand | October 21, 2008 - 10:28
Many a true word is spoken in a poem, Val and indeed this is certainly no exception. Made me really think.
Nice one.
Tina xx
Bradene | October 21, 2008 - 12:19
Thanks Tina Love Val x
luigi_pagano | October 21, 2008 - 12:33
When I hear the term urban jungle I imagine a city full of vegetation. How ironic that, with few exception, all we get is an abundance of concrete monstrosities. Your poem describes this situation perfectly.
Luigi x
artisus | October 21, 2008 - 20:05
I agree with Tina and Luigi. Looking forward to your book. xX
andrea | October 21, 2008 - 21:42
This is lovely Val - I, too, try to make an oasis of green in my city garden. My neighbours mostly don't bother - but then an overgrown jungle is preferable to concrete paving, no?
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Bradene | October 22, 2008 - 10:19
Thanks Tina I love my little Garden but I do miss our bigger one at the other house, though this is easier for us to manage as we get older. Val x
Bradene | October 22, 2008 - 10:22
You should see some of the gardens around here! Talk about delusions of grandeur!! (-; Thanks Luigi Love Val x
Bradene | October 22, 2008 - 10:24
Oh Most definitely it is. I'm just so happy to be living in a small market town these days instead of a great metropolis, but then I have always been a country girl at heart (-; thanks Andrea. Val x