I murder houseplants. Not intentionally, mind you, but the result is still the same…dead flowers, dead leaves, dead roots. I’m pretty sure I’ve even killed the dirt (if that’s possible).
Regardless, for some unintelligible reason, people keep gifting the little pots of green hope to me. I swear, sometimes I’m convinced I can hear their little floral voices begging for mercy and a swift end as their tiny veins dry out and the edges of their delicate fronds curl up, eventually crinkling, splintering, and fluttering down to settle on the ceramic base below.
Over time, I’ve learned to look away from this process, as it tends to bring me down. I only wish I could grant my victims a similar solace.
Maranda Russell 
13 responses to “Prose Poetry – Houseplants”
Christmas cactus nd aspedistras are virtually indestructible. As are spider plants and money plants…
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I did have luck once with bamboo lasting a long time lol. This is somewhat exaggerated for comedic effect, but I certainly don’t have a green thumb!
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I’m the same way! But I threw some bell pepper seeds in a pot of soil with a plant that had died, and it’s been OVER A YEAR and they have survived!
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Progress! lol
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Yeah, I didn’t even do anything…if this plant lover/accidental plant killer can do it…
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Thanks for the reblog!
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💜 Relating SupaSoulSis; yet I AM understanding the 3DDuality of Death and Life so I Keep My Dead Mates as dried arrangements and have started purchasing cacti
…💛💚💙…
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Yes, great way to look at it!
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Succulents and cacti should be your friends.
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Perhaps lol
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While having a green thumb may not be in your toolbox, your sense of humor about it is refreshing.
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🙂
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