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The Garden
"Flowers are restful to look at.
They have neither emotions nor conflicts"
- Sigmund Freud
Hollyhocks grow here.
Spikes of flowers,
As if covered in ballgowns,
Reach for the light.
A geranium grows here too,
Heart-red and glorious,
Struck from a gifted cutting.
Poppies, delphiniums,
Daisies and campanula,
Asters and phlox—
Some plants are mounds of life.
Others, tall arches of joy.
Some are crowned with fuzz,
Some stand bare, to one side,
Waiting their turn.
Bees and butterflies go about,
Intent on their business,
Sometimes they float—
A little unsure,
As if enchanted,
Sometimes darting
Sure of their mission.
Finches flit back and forth,
The chic stars of the show.
It is a place for the heart
To soar, to revel, to remember.
A runway for spirit and memory,
To lift and rise,
To love and be loved.
To cherish.
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YES. And a space requiring rather a lot of work too.
ReplyDeleteI love that there are no weeds in your garden.
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem which makes me see what you describe.
ReplyDelete(However I think Sigmund may have been mistaken. Maybe individual blooms don't have emotions but there is some indication that the whole plant might.)
I think so too. The plants here in mountain jungle Thailand are in a constant battle!
DeleteA wonderful flowery poem filled with nature's delights. I talk to my houseplants and they seem to like it. Perhaps, I am imagining, but I do believe all life is connected.
ReplyDeleteA good place to enjoy a cup of tea and a book too!
ReplyDeleteLiking this, J. Growing up we had Hollyhocks, so very pretty. But they don't grow here in Texas along the Gulf of Mexico. The butterflies come but leave right away, our weeds and flowers aren't their kind. But the bees swarm our Christmas trees blooms when they are just right, get their nectar and then they leave. Again, loved your poem, aguide for us to use.
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Yes your garden is a soothe for the soul. I like the little finches,chic stars of the show. Lovely poem.
ReplyDelete"Some plants are mounds of life.
ReplyDeleteOthers, tall arches of joy.
Some are crowned with fuzz,
Some stand bare, to one side,
Waiting their turn."
Lovely poem, J.
As a gardener myself, I hear you and revel in your words. However, there's a line missing somewhere: "I weed the garden, again and again, again and again, ad infinitum" :-)
ReplyDeleteHollyhocks are such a beautiful "old world" flower. I love all the flowers you've mentioned (dry my delphiniums to enjoy through winter) and the Freud quote.
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