Figment Farming

I populate a fantasy world

With figments of my fecund imagination

In fact, one could call me an organic farmer of figments

Sadly, my fields are typically ravaged by crop failure



And choked by weeds

When the figments do reach maturity

They explode and blow away

Like dandelion seeds on the wind

I try to neglect the little green sprout

That sprouted in the field

No fertilizer

No water

In the hopes that this figment

Makes the transformation to reality

Native plants spring up unbidden

And don’t need a gardener to help



David Trudel  © 2012







Filed under Poetry

5 responses to “Figment Farming

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