Plastic
I’m artificial and insincere
don’t know how long
I’ve been standing here
flexible yet oh so fake
of food or water, I don’t partake
no attention comes my way
I’m in the dark yet on display
with plastic stem and pseudo leaves
I never question or disbelieve
in my corner where I stay
a bogus plant by night or day.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.
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It is plastics but still just as colorful and enticing!
Hank
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Thank you, Hank!
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Unique, Bekkie!
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Thank you!
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Fantastic rhythm. Obviously this is also about a person.
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Someone you know? Lol!
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I wonder does it ever get a second questioning look or stare
Much love…
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Or a kind hand to dust it. Thank you, Gillena!
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Hah! I like this. On display always… fooling no one. Or mostly no one. 🙂
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Thank you, Marian!
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Ha!
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:^p
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In the dark, yet on display.. yes! like that!
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Thank you!
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The dark, too, grows (and crafts) pretty things…
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The dark makes everything “more.”
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I liked the line: “I’m in the dark yet on display”
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Thank you!
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Beautifully done!!
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Thanks, Sanaa!
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Plastic or not… it might have the thought of plants.
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You never do know…
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