murderer. i am a
murderer of eight.
eight innocent
lives my hands
without green
thumbs have ended
the purple garden
of eight eggplants.
i was 15. since
then i’ve not
tried to get my fingers
dirty, afraid to be
a murderer for the
ninth time.
—
A Reading Writer 
Oh, this is so evocatively written. I feel this. I’m not a good gardener either. Legend has it that I do have green thumbs, but they look rotten and spoiled. Hmm…
Anyway. Such a great poem and take on the prompt!
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Thank you for your awesome feedback, Lucy! I envy those who can plant and keep their greens alive!
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My wife is the gardener. I am but a cheerleader. Your quadrille is tight and personal; fine job.
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Thank you, Glenn. It’s nice to be cheerleader, I guess. 🙂
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This is beautifully emotive! I am not much of a gardener either but my mom loves to tend to her greens 🙂
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Ah. I bet you’ve tasted the sweetest and tastiest fresh produce. Thank you, Sanaa!
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Oh, I’m not a gardener either. A wonderful take on the prompt!
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Ooh! I’m not alone. 😀 Thank you, Merril!
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This was entertaining to read. Don’t give up on the green thumb. I haven’t one either but it is fun to keep learning and trying. So rewarding when it all goes well!
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Ah. That’s a great tip, Mish. Perhaps I will try again. 🙂 Thank you.
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I like how you wrote this with some humor, and I can definitely relate. I like to joke that my twin brother took all the gardening ability in the womb!
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oh you have a twin brother! I bet he’s guilty on that count. 😀 Thank you for dropping by!
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Love the humor that underlies this. Poor little eggplants. I hate to think how many houseplants I murdered in the past.
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I am happy you like the humor, Ms. Victoria. I think that’s how we learn. 🙂
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Oh the compassion we feel for the plants we have murdered… neglect and ignorance… and the fear of it happening again, me I murder eggplants on the stove.
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that last line made me laugh a lot. Thank you, Bjorn!
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Very sincere poem recalls the many times I could not make it happen. Well done.
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Definitely felt the same. Thank you, Bill.
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love the humour here Rosema, you have other priorities!
We can’t be good at everything 🙂
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haha. that is true. but i still hope to have a plant or two here at home to keep my company.
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lol just keep replacing them if they die or get plastic ones 😉
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that’s a good hack!
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🙂
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This makes me chuckle a little because there’s such an interesting juxtaposition of the serious subject of murder and the not-as-serious subject of gardening 😂
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hahahahhah. you got it so right, dearie. i still plead guilty to my crime.
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I love it! Perfect to all planters who have not obtained expert status!
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haha. thank you! i am glad you love it.
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Been there, beautiful.
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Thank you, sister.
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And here I was thinking of something morbid!! What a trick, dearie. Haha but oh, my those little seedlings rest in peace.
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Hahahaha this made me laugh Rosie….i too have murdered my mom’s plants back then
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we are both guilty beyond reasonable doubt. hahaha
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Confession is good for the gardener’s soul 🙂 I’ve had house plants succumb to my neglect.
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Agreed. It happens sometimes.Thank you, Lynn!
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This is so amazing.
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Thank you so much!
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