We don’t need a greenhouse
Don’t you know I get my magic from photosynthesis
I am living parenchyma 
Thin walled and unspecialized
So when I get an idea it’s not a decree from the empress 
Just a spark of light that I can’t help but burst into green
Perhaps spoken too soon without thought of the exact wording
I’m learning

We don’t need a greenhouse
Don’t you know you’re the daily sunshine of my living soul
Pull my strands like collenchyma
Living and adaptive
Wrinkled walls waiting for expansion 
With tensile strength and integrity
Plot out the points in our garden manifestoing
I’m growing

We don’t need a greenhouse
Don’t you know we can use the rigid stakes of what was once green
Hard, woody sclerenchyma 
Dead yet lignified
With their heavily thickened walls
Look for them in the non-growing regions
They’ll hold the walls tight so the light comes in
Let the magic begin

Glo/NaPoWriMo Day 8
“In his poem, Poet, No Thanks, Jean D’Amérique repeats the phrase “I wasn’t a poet” multiple times, while describing other things that he instead claims to have been. In your poem for today, use a simple phrase repeatedly, and then make statements that invert or contradict that phrase.“