Hello there, this is such a cute little poem penned for your dying houseplant. You managed to put it into a full story from your rough day to singing to the dying plant up till rebirth. lol. Fantastic! Good luck! ~Kerry
How beautiful the way your fern responds to your touch and to your voice. Why did you slap your fern? I truly enjoyed this amusing comical poem you construed here. Check out mine, also. liberty justice WELL DONE.
I like to read stories that remind me that "little things,"are often mislabeled "big things," when we move from volume/weight to the emotional value created by all things of Nature.
I'm confused Artasylum - for all the couplet that you put up there were two that you could have made rhyme but you didn't why?
As an example -
Looking up there you are... I learn
my beautiful most cherished fern
The rest of the night I softly sing; as my chest heaves
hopefully, then I soothe the tender and lilting leaves
I'm just curious why in those lines you didn't rhyme? it wasn't too hard not to...
I like the overall entry for the contest... Good luck - but if you would like to use my suggestions and the contest is still on - please feel free... Cheers, Fonda
I guess it's a little sad if your houseplant is your dearest friend. But you must water it in order to keep it going - just like any relationship! But perhaps it was a miracle that a new sprout emerged as you called out to the dear fern :))
I wish I could have saved my lavender last year like you saved this plant. Sadly, I can't garden to save my life and every plant I bring home is doomed from the very beginning. You did a great job and it was fun to read.