It was an active day today, and at the end of it, I chose to watch a show with my family instead of writing a poem.  In the interests of togetherness, frivolity is sometimes appropriate.  So in the frivolous mode I set by my actions this evening, I will share my most recent verse about pulling ivy:

I raked the ground so I could see

where roots and shoots protruded

so all the ivy finally

could truly be uprooted

It isn’t done, the roots remain

their network branches deep

They’ve had some years to make their claim

within the yard waste heap

Year upon year of heaped neglect

I strive to overcome

No more than what one would expect

in maintenance of a home

A basic fact I somehow never grasped

Till tangled up in all I had let lapse.