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Where Gloomy Grass Grows

Luke Holm earned bachelor's degrees in English and philosophy from NIU. He is a middle school teacher and a creative writer.


Hard to Cut Grass

I am the leftover, long blade of grass--
lost in a corner, yet kept in plain sight,
not alone, just unreachable.


Grass Clippings

Each week, my neighbors are violently cut into pieces,
ripped apart by iron tornadoes, severed.
Meanwhile, I am left standing.

Dead and Dying Grass

I've given up, all attachment is lost.
Despite the young, emerald sea sprouting before me,
none will ever understand, for I have seen too much.


Grass Is Greener

We come from two different worlds, mine is lonely.
Everything senses me, the awkward stalk reaching out
for anyone or anything, but nothing ever grabs hold.

Leftover Grass

I am helpless, cursed to live.
Neither abandoned, nor cared for--
just lonely, so lost and alone.


© 2017 JourneyHolm

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