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The rain

In Uncategorized on November 13, 2011 at 5:51 am

The rain challenges the gardener’s trust.
Stones must be scrutinized in order to believe each will accept him.
Tools slip and cut indiscriminately.
Trees turn on him as he leans.
In the garden one is on their own.

The business of gardening

In gardening, life, poetry, survival on June 30, 2011 at 3:22 pm

The first notion you have to give up is that everything has a right to live.

It’s not practical in the garden.

Or if  you believe it has a right to live, you have to know not all, most even, won’t make it.

This will be at your own hand.

If you are not good with this, then being a gardener will be harder on you.

It’s mostly a business of death, funny enough.

the gardener’s heart is unknown

In gardening, relationships on October 12, 2010 at 4:19 pm

The rock’s heart is rock.

The gardener’s heart is soil.

The rock’s heart is rock.

The gardener’s heart is the garden.

The rock’s heart is rock.

The gardener’s heart is his wife.

The rock’s heart is rock.

The gardener’s heart is earnest.

The rock’s heart is rock.

The gardener’s heart is muscle.

The rock’s heart is rock.

The gardener’s heart is never still.

The rock’s heart is rock.

flowers have no fear

In gardening, life, survival on October 1, 2010 at 12:25 am

The flower is fearless.

It knows all about time, what love is.

Death is fine with the flower.

Like sunshine and drinks.

as the garden is

In gardening, idtenity, relationships on September 29, 2010 at 5:09 am

Be still Gardener

Be still as that young tree

Be quiet as the rock that looks like a boy’s shoulder

Remove yourself Gardener

Removed as the bird perched close enough and far enough

Be in the garden Gardener

Be in the garden as the garden is

balance

In gardening, relationships, worry on September 26, 2010 at 3:05 pm

The gardener frets about the sunnier side of the garden.

The flowers in the shadows laugh how he concerns himself with fairness.

fooling the gardener

In gardening, life, survival, survival, time on September 25, 2010 at 7:36 pm

The gardener hunts the wilting.

He moves by the smooth and strong.

Shears shut.

If you are showing browned edges, frayed petals, droopiness, or loss of color

hide behind the bold and tall.

If you can manage it, turn a radiant sunburnt red.

These are ways to fool the gardener.

And keep the metal edge from your neck.

A day is a day.

In that time death could come.

the gardener defines success

In gardening, idtenity on September 23, 2010 at 4:04 am

The gardener defines success.

The soil is cared for.

The flowers are behaving.

The vegetables are healthy.

The lawn is trimmed.

The value of the house is increased.

the garden inside the gardener

In gardening, poetry, relationships on September 21, 2010 at 2:36 pm

The gardener thinks this way:

He is planting a garden inside of himself.

Resilience and patience surface through his hard shoulders.

Compassion’s roots reach down to feed from his lungs.

I am the weed

In gardening, idtenity, relationships, respect on September 20, 2010 at 9:24 pm

I am the weed, overlooked and therefore more rare.

Never lifted to a cheek.

Not once brought close to breathe in my fragrance.

Ordinary and humble.