Prompt 14, Hour 14
In her wonderful book Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimmerer writes — ‘In some Native languages the term for plants translates to “those who take care of us.’
Use any part of this quote (with credit), or the ideas it contains as a jumping off point for your poem this hour.
If you have a hard time connecting with this quote here are two others, also by Robin Wall Kimmerer, to consider.
“The land knows you, even when you are lost.”
“This is really why I made my daughters learn to garden—so they would always have a mother to love them, long after I am gone.”
Sonnet – Plants Care
‘In some native languages the term for
plants translates to “those who take care of us.”’
They do this without ever making fuss
and seek no repayment nor reward.
Their purpose to reproduce and restore
before they wither and turn back to dust,
like metal consumed by corrosive rust,
long after flowers were picked and adored.
Plants care for us; when we don’t care for them
they wilt and die when they are forgotten.
Never their enemy; always a friend
left in a grave to grow or to rot in.
Most are seen once then swiftly ignored
A luxury grown, which few can afford.
This poem was inspired by the quote ‘In some Native languages the term for plants translates to “those who take care of us.”’ This quote was taken from Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer.
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