Behold the pea plant. How it grows! Tossing tendrils in the air
like slender hands, as if the ground were an ocean, and it,
in danger of drowning. An unreasonable pea-green longing
for lifeline; a lattice, a lamp post, a little wire. What it touches
it spools tightly as thread. True to that valiant motto of pea plants
everywhere: Never Let Go. Such fierceness in one who begins life
so floppy and frail is admirable, also instructive, for those among us
built like the pea plant. Drowning in daily trifles and forgetfulness,
casting our tendrils into the blue unknown, and looking for truth
like a trellis.
October 2, 2013
The Poetry Of 
October 2nd, 2013 at 12:25 pm
Hi Pavitra … my friend introduced me to your blog a couple of months ago. Since then I have been a regular reader. I love your work. Whenever you post something new me and my friend make sure to inform each other whoever finds it first.
You never disappoint us. This one made me smile as usual such a lovely piece of poetry … Bless you …keep writing .
October 2nd, 2013 at 9:51 pm
So beautiful ms worsmith. U spin such lovely tales with yr craft.
October 2nd, 2013 at 10:48 pm
Thx for sharing!
October 3rd, 2013 at 5:36 am
another gem!
October 3rd, 2013 at 9:54 am
I grew peas all this past year in my garden. How has the essence, the soul of these peas managed to emerge so clearly, so fiercely and simply beautiful through your words? I don’t know. Maybe their tendrils are holding on there too. A miracle.
October 4th, 2013 at 12:38 pm
Thank you for these warm words Aryae.
October 3rd, 2013 at 11:13 pm
“slender hands, as if the ground were an ocean, and it, in danger of drowning” is quite a freaky creative imagination :). Wonderful Pavitra 🙂
October 4th, 2013 at 12:38 pm
Thank you 🙂