I’m a skinny greeny bean stalk in a
hectic screaming plot, with all the
madly waving grasses tying oxygen in knots.
Will you weed my rambling garden
with your trowel and a fork? Will you
catch me when I’m falling? But that garden cane
won’t work, because without my own direction and no mouth
to call my own, I am barely standing upright if you
leave me where I’m blown. It’s not a case of
undernourished or unhealthy state of mind; I’m just
unable to be stable for a longer length of time.
I don’t need that much attention, just some water
every day, if you prod me with a pruner I will
curl the other way. So if I wave in your direction
an acknowledgement will do, I’m a skinny greeny beanstalk
but I’m full of beans for you!
Bean
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Broiught a big smile to my face.>KB
Excellent! It grew on me 🙂
In a flow you spilled the beans…decorative and majestic play. 🙂
Pawan – lovely to see you here. Thank you x
“Full of beans for you?” Ouch! 🙂
heh heh!
Love this. You’re light yet complex. Very good as always
Like a bean 😉
Yep
You do make me smile, Julia.
I couldn’t have a better recommendation than that, Duncan 🙂
Credit where it’s due, Julia.
😀
I’m trying to get a picture of Storybook Girl in the magicakl Talliston where my writers’s circle meets. Now that would be cool.
It would be very cool. Go for it!
Doin’ my level best…