sitting free space go roots body stream breathe listen seeds peace vision
Renewal
He sits quietly, alone,
At peace, a separate peace.
He breathes, listens, reflects,
Pondering how somebody
Who loved him so deeply
Could just be…gone.
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Like people, plants die too.
So runs the cycle of life—
When the gardener plants seeds
He has a vision, a dream,
A return for his efforts.
Whatever seed he plants
It will need space,
Room for shoots, for roots
To take hold and grow.
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Love is like a seed too.
The same rules apply—
Rule one is basic:
You get back what you plant.
Plant beans and you get beans.
Plant love and you get love.
So be careful what you sow.
Rule two is oft forgotten:
You get back more than you plant.
Why else would you sow?
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And so life goes on for him—
In the field and stream
Of fleeting and precious time.
Not free of fears but with courage,
As all gardeners must—
Planting and replanting love,
With hope.
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Poignant, beautiful and true.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteI appreciate your original voice. You speak of the cycle of life, with your own unique voice and always, always, one wonders what is happening underneath as this poet sends us words as signals.
ReplyDeletenote on my serviette: Do not respond to a poet, on the run, in a rush as per above comment. My intention was to say that with all the limitations of language, you manage to express something that is always deeply felt and yet strikingly original. The subject of renewal is old, yet you've made it fresh.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Twice.
DeleteReap what you sow, a Bible teaching. As are the little ones, they need care, for sure they need protection. I like your picture choice, corn plants start like this one. Weeds as well.
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Indeed. A rose is a weed in a wheat field.
DeleteI love both the hopefulness and the wisdom.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteYou manage to balance loss with a philosophical stance - and perhaps there is comfort in life's continuing cycles - Jae
ReplyDeleteIndeed there is, Jae. There must be. It is why we keep planting.
DeleteI've been in similar positions. Sowing love is worth the effort.
ReplyDeleteBest crop to plant.
DeleteBeautifully composed!!! "You get back more than you plant. Why else would you sow?" The most relevant and pointed Q & A .... love it.
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DeleteYes planting and replanting love takes courage which you possess in spades Your loss is profound but you carry on in hope and generosity to those around you, the reason we think you're a true blue little Aussie battler:)
ReplyDeleteThanks Cobber!
DeleteWise words blend with sadness. Planing seeds is a perfect choice.
ReplyDeleteDriven by the words, lubricated with Pinot Noir.
DeleteBlessed are the gardeners, for they understand that what goes into the earth may be quickened, although it dies.
ReplyDeletePK
Thank you.
DeleteI liked your extended metaphor, which worked well and made your poem very satisfying to read.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
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