Category: Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Outsider Poet

~ Candace ~ 7 Comments

Outsider Art – in the Garden

outside(r) poet

i wrote outside today
so letters could bask in the warm sun
before being marched one by one
into sentences
so vowels could jump up and down
in mud puddles (sometimes y too)
so consonants could recline
under a shady tree and maybe catch some
zzzzzz
journal pages waved to each other
as a breeze passed by
and pencils rolled dizzily in the grass
then when clouds made it hard to see
i gathered everyone into my arms and
put them into a cozy poem

Remembering

~ Candace ~ 7 Comments

FASHION ME YOUR WORDS ~ The way you see it

We’re taking a second look at favorite poems in the Garden
I love Billy Collins and his poem Forgetfulness is one of many that I read over and over again

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Remembering

I don’t worry about forgetting names or dates
I have calendar squares filled with them
wars and generals will not clutter my mind
and maps hold the place of cities, towns, countries
love poems reside in books where I can visit
anytime I feel the need to swoon
recipes, phone numbers, passwords
all written down on paper and flushed
out of my brain – they take up too much room
space that I need for the important things
the sound of your voice,
the feel of your hand in mine,
the way your eyes smile at me

the beat of your heart when we kiss

Heartcrumbs

~ Candace ~ 8 Comments

Bits Of Inspiration ~ Mi Young Lee
This painting by Mi Young Lee is our inspiration for today

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My lonely heart left
A trail of crumbs
As I walked away from you
Hoping we would find our way back
Or you would come looking for us

As The Crow Flies

~ Candace ~ 11 Comments

Fireblossom Friday : Corvid and sit a while.
There are crows in the garden today

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As The Crow Flies

The crow looked out
Across the farm and saw
The plume of toxic fumes
That seemed to settle everywhere

The crow drew circles in the sky
And watched the bees and
Butterflies struggle to
Survive without the blooming
Wave of wildflowers

He saw the spill of inky oil
Like Rohrsach blots upon
The coastline where water
Fowl and fish no longer swam

He followed streams of shining cars
To factories and smoking stacks
That filled the air with particles
He could not breath then fell
To earth again as rain that will not
Quench Earth’s thirst
The crow looked down
From a dead tree branch
And sobbed, “Murder!”

untethered

~ Candace ~ 6 Comments

Day 18 -Poetic Asides PAD- life or death

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untethered
there is a fragile line between
life and death
one you can cross only
once
there is no turning back
no
do-over
and when you hop that
line
you go alone
all the things that tethered you
left behind

Miss(under)stood

~ Candace ~ 5 Comments

Over // Under // Through –
We’re getting challenged today in the Garden

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Miss(under)stood

I didn’t even get through
my explanation of why
I was over (the moon)
about him before he
turned and walked away

I turned too and ran
into you, stumbled over
my words, fumbled
through an apology
then noticed your
kind eyes, smiling face

and knew I was
over him

full circle

~ Candace ~ 5 Comments

Chèvrefeuille’s Gift #1 full circle “new life”

Snow
Blossom
Beauty
Sunflower
Beach
Waves
Clouds
Horse
Meadow
Poplar
Leaves
Rain

Creat four haiku using the twelve words given, in this order

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like snow covered trees
white apple blossoms cling
beauty of Spring
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sunflowers swaying
along the edge of the beach
back and forth like waves
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clouds galloping past
shapes of high stepping horses
across the meadow
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tall poplar tree
yellow leaves falling
Autumn rain

Sleeping Over

~ Candace ~ 9 Comments

Celebrating Children’s Poetry – Dreaming with Stacie
It’s all about tickling our inner child in the Garden today. Thanks to Stacie for this funtastic prompt.

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Sleeping Over

Who giggled the hardest
When we told goofy jokes
Ate all the popcorn
And drank all the Coke

Who turned on the flashlight
To tell scary stories
Then heard heavy footsteps
And smelled something gory

Who screamed the loudest
Hid under the bed
Eyes shut and ears covered
Pillow over your head

Who fell asleep first
Sleeping bag on the floor
I’ll keep your secret
‘Cause I heard you snore

A Poem Takes Flight

~ Candace ~ 12 Comments

Weekend Mini Challenge: Thought Animals

Kimis our host in the Garden  this weekend

A Poem Takes Flight

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Like a small caterpillar
My thoughts grow
Fed with nibbles of ink
And syllables

Bit by bit they become bigger
Until they’ve out grown
Their small skin – shedding
Unwanted ideas and trite phrases

Growing longer and wiser
My words curl up, take a break
Transform into a poem
Then spread their wings and fly