vine time

i spent a good deal of time yesterday trimming vines. everything green it seems is sending out shoots. problem is, many of them were just in the way (blackberry thorns, anyone?) and not producing anything. careful to only cut the ones without flowers or berries, i hoped the energy would go back into the plant. sometimes this world is too loud for me. a word-lover, yes, but one who likes to milk the meaning out of phrases for a long time; mull them over. words can be a barrage of noise with not much substance. language use needs pruning. the vines of vocuabulary making room for communication's lasting fruit.