A Head Full of Green -- A Poem

A tall vine grows from her throat.

Her thoughts and feelings feeding

the massive plant.

Her opinions fuel its growth.

A fertilizer for her

Inoculant filled dreams.

Packing her soil with nutrients.


Her vine is snipped,

Trimmed down by his touch.

The browning leaves pruned

From the herbaceous stem.

She’s sad to see them go.

The dead heads plucked and pulled.

Yet it only helped her grow.


She pulled herself up.

Replanted her roots.

Held her head to sun.

Allowed herself to germinate

and her chlorophyll to gain power.

His toxic nitrogen fueled her roots,

Now an anchor for her humanity.


She is perennial.