Letting The Grass Grow Poem by RIC BASTASA

i tried to make this garden clean
from weeds and beetles
i keep it away from worms
only flowers are welcome here
and you know it

things went wrong and you know them
all too well
a broken heart unable to heal itself
a broken self, shattered thoughts
un-assembled un-repaired for years
the expected auto-resolution did not arrive
expectations falling like
domino chips

got tired finally about gardening
the flowers are not that beautiful enough
to appease this grieving mind
got bored with pain
ennui reigning
these benumbing times
too careless
and hurting still


finally, i let the grass grow
the weeds conquer
the beetles breeding like hell
the worms

turning into butterflies
time buds now a flowering.