tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239061881989425204.post3643717930759390036..comments2023-04-13T05:19:35.263-04:00Comments on iChange: Day 65: Poetry IISarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03328691580785521951noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239061881989425204.post-3728326372056329882009-01-29T16:24:00.000-05:002009-01-29T16:24:00.000-05:00aww dani. That is so sad yet so true.I felt the s...aww dani. That is so sad yet so true.<BR/><BR/>I felt the same way when I heard about goldfish and how they grow. Now it upsets me to see them in small bowls. :/Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03328691580785521951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239061881989425204.post-82633031148792168542009-01-29T16:18:00.000-05:002009-01-29T16:18:00.000-05:00I first read this poem in one of my poetry writing...I first read this poem in one of my poetry writing classes and its message is one I just love.<BR/><BR/>"A Work of Artifice"<BR/>The bonsai tree<BR/>in the attractive pot<BR/>could have grown eight feet tall<BR/>on the side of a mountain<BR/>till split by lightning.<BR/>But a gardener carefully pruned it.<BR/>It is nine inches high.<BR/>Every day as he<BR/>whittles back the branches<BR/>the gardener croons,<BR/>It is your nature<BR/>to be small and cozy,<BR/>domestic and weak;<BR/>how lucky, little tree,<BR/>to have a pot to grow in.<BR/>With living creatures<BR/>one must begin very early<BR/>to dwarf their growth:<BR/>the bound feet,<BR/>the crippled brain,<BR/>the hair in curlers,<BR/>the hands you love to touch.<BR/>-Marge PiercyDanihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.com