Inspired by the Botanical Gardens

After studying neuroanaotmy a bit in the morning I decided I’d brave the NYC subways and relax in the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens. It was a great choice! My favorite parts were the bonsai tree exhibit and the herb garden. Here are a few not so polished poems I wrote sitting on a bench beneath rows of trees in the park. Good thing I’m better at science than writing…

Roses Before the Rain

Glaring up towards the dusty clouds,

Crowded and thirsty.

Waiting for a food drop,

In a refugee camp.

A splash of rain for each,

But not a bite more.

The rainbow sprawls and recedes.

The sun sets and rises.

And they glare up into the brilliant blue,

Still crowded and thirsty,

And dying.

… The next one was a far stretch paralleling the bonsai tree with improperly raising a child…

Stunted

From the promise of a dry seed,

given drips of hope, words of praise and daily attention.

To the first green twig,

clipped to a stub, drained of potential and desire.

Bonsai.

From the fuzzy sheets of the crib,

given sips of milk, songs of love and daily kisses.

To the first malicious spank,

bruised on the bottom, devoid of emotion and empathy.

Psychopath.

I wish I could write poems in my head while running. Sometimes I think of good lines, but then they disappear three steps later 😦