(why I don’t like) Ivy

 

Its relentless surge

strangling dispassionately

all it encounters

and the berries, destined to

paint my car in pigeon poop.

 

by Scooj

 

  • I was going to leave this as a haiku, but had so much more to say, and the rage in me added the two extra lines to make the tanka. The first version used a different word to poop, but I moderated it a little. Feel free to use the original word if it makes it more impactful.
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scooj

I am Stephen. I live in Bristol, UK. I decided to shorten my profile...to this: Wildlife, haiku, travel, streetart, psychogeography and my family. Not necessarily in that order.

8 thoughts on “(why I don’t like) Ivy”

  1. Rage? Toward a plant? Uh …

    One might suggest that you relax, take a breath, stop and smell the flowers – but considering the fate that might befall them … Maybe you should go somewhere where there’s concrete instead. 🙂

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      1. Ivy – An innocent wall climbing plant or a wretched bane of human existence? Apparently people have different points of view.

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