Mushrooms I Have Known
Reticent and tired, withdrawn,
dejected, I return.
Emerging overnight from nothing,
then withering back to zero.
Does light incite you?
The shade?
I walk by and say hello.
You do not speak.
This first appeared on the blog in April 2017.
This is exceptional, Robert!
“Does light incite you?
The shade?
I walk by and say hello.
You do not speak.”
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Thanks, Tre! The mushrooms never reply, but I keep talking to them.
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Haha. They hear you. You’re welcome!
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🙂
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Wonderful juxtaposed whimsy. So enjoyable. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you for reading, Isabella!
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Even the mute mushrooms have their space only in the poet’s universe. Good.
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They certainly do, Nazir!
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I love the zen whimsy given to bring these often overlooked mushrooms to life!
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Thank you, Kenne. Sometimes we forget that we’re not the only life forms on this planet!
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