life gets

life gets overgrown: the grasses come, 
the weeds grow lush and green, 
while who we mean to be has fewer options, 
bracketed by time; 
but there's an outline still 
of who we were, of what meant most when we 
were far less overgrown, and full 
of flight, and fun, and 


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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

One thought on “life gets”

  1. I like the metaphor. It’s sort of like “being in the weeds”. Like flower seeds, we don’t always bloom and don’t always get picked. This is like the parable of the “Wheat and the Tares” Matthew 13:24-30 New King James I think? I haven’t looked at it yet. Not sure. Maybe come back later.

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