Home

Those parts of gardens that the world delights
Fresh vegetables, cut flowers, sunshine bright
You seldom hear of gardens in the rain
Much less the plants denuded of their fruit
Or see the gardener’s dirty fingernails
Or muddy boots
And poetry of gardens stresses thought
The poet’s metaphorical excursions
In truth the gardener’s mind at work holds neither
poetry nor contemplation, naught
But a long to do list she’s immersed in

OctPoWrMo 2020 #3; prompt: chaotic/free thought from and into art

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s