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The Reality of Gardens

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The Reality of Gardens

On winter days I spend a great deal of time thinking about my flower beds. Outside the wind is blowing wisps of snow around the corner of the house and only the hardiest birds come to the feeders. I stay hunkered down with my dreams and schemes and plans for next summers perfect garden.

When spring sashays her way across the yard I’m faced with more weeds than buds. So begins the relentless battle with ground ivy and winter cress, which have been patiently waiting for those first warm rays of sunshine. My ideal garden vanishes in a puff of reality and I am happy to scatter some seeds in the empty patches of dirt. I’m pretty sure the bees and butterflies don’t visit for the aesthetics.

Outdoor gallery
Blooms of multi-colored zinnias
Abstract garden art

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Summer Sisters

Summer Sisters – a triolet

 

They stand across the garden, waving
wearing pretty summer frocks
a little flirty – but behaving
They stand across the garden, waving
blazing sun and storm clouds braving
zinnia, rose, and hollyhocks
They stand across the garden waving
wearing pretty summer frocks


Happy Summer  to all the poets in the Pub!

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Master List

Master List

they are on the blacklist
not invited to this party
where gaudy zinnias
and lavish glads
show off their best bloom(er)s
sunflowers with their toothy
grins stand proudly in
the back row
black eyed susans wait
patiently in a ring
hoping to be chosen
refreshing water is poured
from a tin vessel
but the ground ivy
is flatly refused entrance
for it is not on the
list written on soggy paper
by the muddy garden master

—-
Can you tell I’ve been planting and weeding in the garden all day?
~
Poetic Asides PAD 15 – use at least 4 of the words in this list –
flat, ring, lavish, vessel, paper, blacklist, gaudy, tooth

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From the Flowers

image

(painting by Stanley Spencer)

In your hubris you
think I bloom for only you
that I exist to
color your world
perfume your air
You are so bold to
pluck me from my
roots, bundle me,
present me as
a gift from you
But I bloom for
myself alone
even the birds and
the bees do not
own me
My scent and hue
are secrets you
can never know
though you may try
I am a world unto
myself
and I hold the universe
in a single seed

Mag 306 is this panting of Christ in the Wilderness by Stanely Spencer