Saturday April 3rd, 2010

The exercise:

Your four line poem topic this week: the garden.

Mine:

To plant a garden
Sow your seedy treasure
Then pray for sun and rain
In equal measure.

3 Comments:

Greg said...

Heh, you're starting to sound like you've ambitions to become a farmer! I'll be late posting for Monday, as I'll be flying to Toronto and then onto Moncton, but I'm sure I'll get there in the end! Hope you've had a good time up in Osyoos!

The garden

The spider-rose, an ancient evil,
Grows only in the bone garden,
The skeletal gardener stalks the rows,
Denying intruders pardon.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

A weed is not a gardening disgrace,
It’s just living in an inconvenient place.
A rose would earn scorn in a paddock of corn
But still smell of old ladies and lace.

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I don’t see the need to work hard in
the democratic jungle, my garden.
Planted seedlings and self-made weedlings
Are all due my equal regardin’.

Marc said...

Greg - yeah, almost :P

I hope you had a safe trip back to Canada and that the weather has warmed up at least a little at that end of things.

That's an excellent little poem of yours, by the way. I love the scene it painted in my head.

Cosmo - two for the price of one! Excellent :)

The first is a thought that's occurred to me, in some form or another, a few times in the last couple of years. I think you expressed it perfectly.

The third line in your second poem is definitely my favorite. Thanks for dropping by, it's always a pleasure when you do.