Potted life

Like a potted plant
Life emerges secure,
Taken too seriously, life
Seems affected,
Stifling, incapable of rising.

It falls then on one,
To weed out stray thoughts
And prune the unformed.

The lure of life escapes none
Triviality of which
Is clear, at thought of firm demise.

It falls then on one,
To move with shifty time
That erases the stinging pain,
Mounting, at the felt absence of life.

Grounded in values, yet
Elaborate rites seem
Tiresome, forcing out, yet again
Placid memories elapsed.

Tender years, Monstrous roots,
Upturns and climaxes
Shattering the pot,
Leaving pieces of frailty within grasp.