POEMS I WROTE AS A KID #4: "ZEBRINA PENDULA: THE WANDERING JEW"

ZEBRINA PENDULA: THE WANDERING JEW

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Have you ever seen a Zebrina?—
Whose tendrils wander and stray from its bay to Indiana,
And creep below its creek with the mien of a Sultana;
Yet its stalk with soul wonders where to follow,
Swaying in sorrow in a plant-world of wallow.
It is a lesson of folly, from nature I had borrowed.

Have you ever seen a Zebrina?—
With a tensile prowess like a missile’s
That could tour many miles with a stunning style,
Yet it is stuck in a vase to settle for less
With its feet and flesh that was made to race.
It’s a lesson of conceit, from nature, I also learned.

Have you ever seen a Zebrina?—
Those leaves, with stripes like a zebra’s,
Shining back the torch of Amun Ra
On its sublime edges adorned with silver.
Underneath it is a uniform magenta.
It’s a lesson of beauty lying waste in ashes.

Aren’t they like a Zebrina?
Men with powers vast and agile,
Settling for a life rasped and fragile.
The knowledge of the super gadget that we are
Is the Cox on the row to who we really are.
It’s a lesson from the Zebrina we could but learn.

April, 2010

NOTE: I decided to start this series blogging my juvenile attempts at poetry. I mean I read these stuff eight years afterwards and am like, wow...where is that heart gone? 😊

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