GREEN WITNESS

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There's a banana plant outside his window.

I know this because it's always there.

The way it stands,

Its leaves heavy and folding in on themselves

Green and heavy with life.

They stretch towards my fence like a longing

As if searching for something just beyond reach.

 

He steps from the shower

His skin slick with droplets

Glistening like morning dew on leaves

Every inch of him a slow drip

His body warm, wet and aware of its own pulse.

 

I watch him

A silent witness to his solitude.

And in that moment

He's the plant.

Something in me stirs

A pull I can't explain.

 

I don't know what it is about him.

The way his body holds the room

How the droplets catch the afternoon sun

How his breath seems to fill the air

With something wild and untamed.

 

Sometimes, I wonder if he's aware

Of my hidden gaze, the stirring within me.

Or of the green just outside his window 

Of the way it mirrors him

How the plant bends 

But never breaks.

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Naomi

Thu 17th Apr 2025 06:40

Ha! You might be right David. It definitely taps into some interesting territory.
Thanks for reading.

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Naomi

Thu 17th Apr 2025 06:37

Flyntland,

It means a great deal to hear that the sensitivity comes through in my poems, across different subjects.
I'm so glad you connected with this particular one and that you found it beautiful.
Thank you for taking the time to let me know.

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David RL Moore

Wed 16th Apr 2025 22:02

Your therapist would have a field day with that.

David

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Flyntland

Wed 16th Apr 2025 19:27

Your poems cover a wide range of subjects, and the thing that they all have in common is sensitivity.

This beautiful poem is no exception; I love it. Thank you.

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Naomi

Wed 16th Apr 2025 14:27

Thank you Rolph. Your words truly capture the nuance I was hoping to convey.
Your observation about mirroring in nature and the speaker recognizing something shared resonates deeply with my intention.
Thank you for taking the time to articulate your experience with such sensitivity.
Best regards,
Naomi.

Rolph David

Wed 16th Apr 2025 07:48

Naomi,
There’s something deeply intimate in this poem—quiet, almost reverent. The gaze here doesn't feel invasive so much as transfixed, caught between admiration and longing. If there’s voyeurism, it’s softened by the tenderness of the imagery—the plant, the droplets, the way the subject is mirrored in nature.
The speaker isn't just watching; they’re recognising something shared, maybe even unmet within themselves. It feels less like spying, more like being pulled into a moment they didn’t ask for but can’t look away from.
It lingers in that grey space between distance and desire, and that’s what makes it so compelling.
Regards,
Rolph

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Naomi

Wed 16th Apr 2025 07:14

I agree Tom😊Thank you for your comment.

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Tom Doolan

Tue 15th Apr 2025 14:41

Very emotive exotic and erotic.🫂 👏👍

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