Pete Crowther

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A Particular Potted Plant - Poem by Pete Crowther

Trichocaulon cactiforme*
Slow in growth but rather rare
Year on year it’s never altered
Candle shaped and coloured grey,
What a boring plant it is!
Always measuring just two inches
Never mind my loving care
Watering, feeding, heat in winter,
Nothing ever makes it budge.
Other cacti burgeon, flourish
Trichocaulon stays the same—
Or it did, until today!

Scarcely could I credit it
First to see a little offset
Candle shaped and coloured grey
Then, by Jove, there was a flower
Quite two millimetres wide.
Quick! Indoors and get the camera,
Tell the neighbours, phone the press
Trichocaulon cactiforme
Has produced a miracle.
Never now shall I complain,
All my work was not in vain
Nor will you hear me any more
Calling Trichocaulon boring.

* pronounced ‘cac-ti-for-may’.


Comments about A Particular Potted Plant by Pete Crowther

  • Cyclopseven R (12/22/2006 9:22:00 AM)


    This is interesting. Wonders of nature always send the thrill all over me. Can nature be ever boring? I guess, Mr/Mrs/Ms Trichocaulon cactiforme was just teasing you a while to keep your mood swinging in anticipation. I like this work of yours. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • (4/1/2006 5:25:00 AM)


    All the effects of a wonderful poem have paid off.This is great and seems also to carry a secondary meaning of hope and patience.Love Duncan (Report) Reply

  • (3/26/2005 1:07:00 AM)


    Ahh, the wonders of nature. Very nice. (Report) Reply

  • (3/18/2005 12:42:00 PM)


    I can relate to this poem! As a teenager I was into cactii...but I can now relate because it's taken ten years for one of our orchids to blossom. A charming poem. (Report) Reply

  • (11/17/2004 12:21:00 PM)


    Very good. So clever... =) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 17, 2004



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