Before the lacy veil of curtains <br />and eclipsing the linear sketch <br />of bare branches beyond <br />a vessel, sunny as it’s origins <br />contains a struggling plant <br />Its roots entombed in solid soil <br />strangled and entwined <br />embrace despondently <br />in the winter light. <br />Each morning I greet the day <br />welcomed by that tableau <br />and promise again <br />to free that captive <br />but life invites <br />pursuits entice <br />and there it struggles still<br /><br />Beatrice Dahlen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-portuguese-pot/
