HOUSEPLANTS

Much peace. Today’s poetry prompt is:

Try writing a poem in which you describe something that cannot speak, and what it has taught or told you.

Here is my poem:

HOUSEPLANTS

By Farah Lawal Harris, 2026

They taught me that

sometimes the ones we love

die, but that’s alright.

It’s just part of life.

Through depression bouts,

they proved how

the resilient survive drought—

it’s our personality type.

And must importantly,

they taught me

that in order to thrive,

focus on what’s alive!

And that we need to feed on

fertilizer, sunshine, and water.

The shit makes us stronger—

so strong that we eventually outgrow

the conditions we once called home.

With them in my home,

I am never alone—

sometimes dormant,

but inevitably,

growing season comes.