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You stay out thereRoguing
Ripped from her victory garden
With promises of Roses & Violets
Sugar & Sweet compliments
Tiny poems as pollen
Soon left alone, till in hand
Thistle seed as some parting gift
So goes love to life
Roguing now, she
Mothering nature
In the early Spring sun
Blamed, but cultivating, still
Unfallen: The Haiku
There, in Garden Earth,
she’s worthy. Whether he sees,
ought not concern her.
Original Thought Credit: “…and your desire shall be for your husband, and he shall rule over you.” -Genesis 3:16
Dream Uncontained
A garden growing
Green as they get
Just for me somewhere
I cultivate from afar
Sunlight and truth, I send every day
Prayers pollinating good, good soil and seed
Evenings, my knees feel a joyful exhaustion
As I sleep, a Dream, rooted, yet uncontained, leans closer
Morning dew brings proof the weeds haven’t won
Will I reap?
Will the weeping wither, then fade from memory?
Watch with me
Blue Boy
The wind blew him in, the one I noticed
Late fall or early — does it matter, for he was the perfect shades of blue and blush
Minding his own damn business, but for feasting in my wildflower garden
I had seed to spare and time
There was not a thing more important than to study an old-new friend that day
Eastern not Western, and I knew him some lifetime before
Naked Again
Join me in this journey back
Hike this grandest path
Yoke again the insight
Of all the universe
Nevermind the cancer
Of grasping and regret
Shame yourself no more
For yesterday was young
Recollect the way you walked
Tending garden business
Buffet again at tables
Filled with faithfulness
Be aware of why and how
To cultivate good truth
Never let the stranger speak
Of technicality
Torch
Beauty me up, artist
Swim through my day, my life
Whirlwind ’round the kitchen
In and out each room, each window
Lingering, busying
Leave no ion, yard, or garden of me unchanged
Then when my heart smiles, long last!
Teach me artistry
That I may take the torch
Something Gardens
A sunny day
On this, the fore-edge of Spring
It looks like something good happens here
In this, the place they renamed, “Something Gardens”
Although I see really only billboards and bungalows and bulldozed-over housing projects
And strangely, no gardens
But there is the color and promise upon everyone’s skin
The special sauce in people’s blood
So I become sure
I plan to see the Something Good that happens here -those “Something Gardens” that mean to grow
So I stay and I work
I help
I sow, that someone else may reap
I wait
And I see that I, too, grow
Wisdom befriend me
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