Loathing Lichen (edit 1)

[just mercedes]

I like very much the sonic explorations in your poem. They really come through when read aloud.




Loathing Lichen

Not ever-flowing
like the eternal Tao, something about 'ever-flowing' and 'eternal' together like that feels overdone
our vigor prolapses I've only ever seen this word used to describe medical conditions
into faint purple deltas,
decorating temples
like leaf veins in autumn. Great sounds here - maybe the delta/leaf comparison is a bit thin
Budding zeal is dead-headed I like the way this, together with temple, gave me Buddha
as arbors grow congested.
Roots are tapped of vigor, 'vigor' again- maybe another word here?
while the vegetation's neglected.
Broken stems commence weeping,
as they dribble after leaking weeping, dribble and leaking are all somewhat the same
nitrogenous waste. not sure why the 'nitrogenous' here

There's no comfort
in plump rose hips,
smooth silver beech limbs,
the apple blossom’s bosom
or aromatic herbal patches. This  made me smile
We endure the declining helix
from the crown of weeping willows
to the damp mossy hollows
where invertebrata wallow. Great sounds again. Weeping willow is a symbol of death. Wallow feels very harsh, after the first five lines of this strophe.

I still can't fit the title to the poem though. Are we loathing the lichen, or is the lichen the one who loathes?