d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Border
Grace has us contemplating borders in the Pub
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Unbound
I built a little border
around my herb garden
moss covered bricks
reclaimed from a long
forgotten sidewalk
In my garden I planted
dill, chamomile, thyme
and oregano in straight lines
I made a chart so everyone
would see what an orderly
gardener I was, and think
highly of me
I was proud
The dill and chamomile spread
willy-nilly throughout the
flopping oregano that
threatened to smother
the humble thyme
each plant deciding for
itself where it would grow
I removed the little border
of bricks and set my garden free
I was happy
rhymeswithbug 
I guess they love it that way…free to grow, ha ~ Love your herb garden poem Candy ~
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I like the idea of removing the brick border and setting the garden free.
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A beautiful message from a true poet and gardener. Love this!
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So many of the herbs have a will of their own… we have thyme everywhere nowadays… but even if it grows like a weed I love it.
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I like the description of the herbs. This could be read as a deeply symbolic poem, too.
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Wonderful! As we know, wind and birds and such know no borders – I had a sunflower crop up a few years that I didn’t plant. Enjoyed this poem.
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