With potent, flowery words speak I,
Of something common, vulgar, dry;
I weave webs of pedantic prose,
In effort to defuddle those,
Who think I wile time away,
In lofty things, above all day
The common kind that linger where
Monadic beings live and fare;
Practical I may not be,
But life, it seems, is full of me!
a flower on a plant/weed- it speaks through the plant in the dirt- its leaves, stems, etc make patterns as well as flowers are used all the time in poems, prose, etc- the flowers are there where bees, butterflies, hummingbirds, etc linger - flowers are not practical but they are all over the place