I absolutely adore this. I am a huge fan of brevity, and this accomplishes that. The only thing I'm not sure how I feel about is the comma in the title...consider a : or perhaps a . Otherwise, stellar work. <3
Its strange how when I first read it I thought it meant poetry was like a rich haven to writers where they flourish in their feelings and the "broken fingers" meant they finally broke from all the emotion and were unable to write any longer. Reading the comments makes me feel as if my inference was written by a child -.-
No it's not., not for me at least. Not really good analogy. If you wanted to use an analogy that includes broken finger, a better on would be(I'm not 100% sure of the meaning of your analogy) trying to play piano with broken fingers, or trying to play the guitar with Parkinsons, or trying to run with a broken femur.
I don't know, I personally like the ideas of not only beauty, but growth, care and life that 'greenhouse' conjures up. Rather than something like playing music which only lasts while you're doing it, a plant in a greenhouse can continue living and growing. While running is too straightforward to give the feeling of delicate care.
Of course, that's just my opinion. I accept that for you, the analogies you listed may be better fits for the way you experience and write poetry.
A plant in a greenhouse will most likely wither and die at some point. Wheres for me, a piece of music can last for hundreds of years. I thought back to a personal experience when I broke a finger right before a piano recital and I had practiced for hours upon hours to get the piece right(A Beethoven Concerto, I think) and I still played in the recital. Every note hurt my finger, but it was worth it to hear the piece come out perfect.
And, well, I do a bit of farming as a side job, and there's not much finesse or delicate care when you're planting corn or soybeans.
I also don't really agree with the main message(I percieved) of the the poem. Poetry for me isn't difficult.
I agree, sometimes they do die, and that's part of the beauty of the analogy, however a lot of untended greenhouses continue to have plants growing in them (okay, it's not the perfectly-beautiful rose but it's still life and diversity) Woah, that's an inspiring story. I've had something similar (though not so extreme) I'd signed up with a couple of friends for a sponsored charity run which we'd been training together for for ages. Then, a couple of days before the event, I pulled a muscle in my leg but I decided to still do the run (albeit at a much slower pace than I'd originally intended), so I can understand that feeling of determination where you want to complete something, regardless of anything else. Also, if you play music then I can see why an analogy involving music would describe your feelings towards poetry better. I've never had much musical talent though, so that's probably why I feel the greenhouse one fits better for me.
Okay, fair enough, but greenhouses tend to be more a labour of love than farming is and (while I'm not saying agriculture isn't complex) there tends to be much finer care when growing the plants and more delicate attention to specific fertilisers and temperatures etc.
People write poetry for different reasons, but I think most people can identify to some extent the feeling of pain when you try to write about your own feelings or emotions. I agree that if you're writing a poem about a beautiful landscape it may be joyful rather than difficult, but when writing a poem about your inner fears or insecurities it can be difficult to deliberately probe through the most painful and closed part of your being.