communion
my garden forgives
all my sins
neglect
lazy indifference
impatient expectation
roses climb and clamber
fixed on fun and chaos
neverminding the rules
of convention
pretty
is not the same
as fragile
this place feeds
bug and snail
soul and spirit
bird and body
there are no straight lines
no honest assumptions
no pretense
or promise
beneath this sky dome
night temple
and you will always
get your hands
dirty
July 2nd, 2013 at 10:02 am
there is def something spiritual to putting our hand to the earth and joining in creation…spend an hour outside with the weeds this morning…but well worth the aches…pretty and fragile…love those lines…
July 2nd, 2013 at 1:52 pm
Made me smile, lovely and pitch perfect.
July 2nd, 2013 at 2:04 pm
that sounds like a garden after my own heart….yes, yes, yes… and good on getting the hands dirty…that’s how it should be…sounds wonderful crazy..like life…like love…smiles
July 2nd, 2013 at 2:28 pm
Love this – your garden should be forgiving- it’s yours! Pretty and fragile aren’t the same – not by a longshot. Great poem.
July 2nd, 2013 at 3:11 pm
That’s the kind of garden I like.. A place to enjoy not a showcase… things I like about a garden is it should take care of itself.
July 2nd, 2013 at 3:26 pm
I really love this one. The pretty is not fragile, and getting hands dirty. The whole pieces is just smartly done. Thanks.
July 2nd, 2013 at 3:34 pm
garden of sin
garden of absolution—
where does it all begin?
July 2nd, 2013 at 3:38 pm
“pretty
is not the same
as fragile”
That says a lot right there. Beautiful verse. Here’s to getting our hands dirty!
July 2nd, 2013 at 3:41 pm
i can feel this poem. you deliver such magic within your words. just love this. thank you.
July 2nd, 2013 at 3:42 pm
Roses grow riotously, their contribution to that tough pretty that does so much. It feeds the sinful as well as the holy.
July 2nd, 2013 at 3:43 pm
Ain’t this so (and the opposite too…)
“pretty
is not the same
as fragile”
Gorgeous. I want to get my hands dirty in that garden.
July 2nd, 2013 at 5:22 pm
a beautifully formed poem. I am enjoying it with a smile on my face. I can relate to your garden and wonderful phrasing. sky dome/night temple a favorite.
July 2nd, 2013 at 5:59 pm
A gorgeous write. There is beauty and spirit cleansing in the the garden.
July 2nd, 2013 at 6:18 pm
i always get my hands dirty! one cannot garden in gloves! of course, now i have blisters to contend with. a fair exchange i think.
July 2nd, 2013 at 6:22 pm
Love the perfect balance of this. Your opening seduced me straightaway with: “my garden forgives/all my sins” and its conclusion -somewhere: “you will always get your hands dirty” To me that’s a poem of real depth and precision in itself. Great stuff Mrs M! With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
July 2nd, 2013 at 6:23 pm
Lovely…your love of gardening shines through!
July 2nd, 2013 at 6:37 pm
pretty
is not the same
as fragile
in life, as in the garden. so perfectly written, a gardener’s words. one here as well, and designed them for a decade. so miss the dirt under my fingernails.
July 2nd, 2013 at 6:51 pm
Love the idea that the garden forgives one’s sins. I wish my grass did….LOL. And, getting one’s hands dirty…..feels good, doesn’t it?
July 2nd, 2013 at 8:07 pm
My garden always forgive..the forgiveness garden is a beautiful garden.
July 2nd, 2013 at 8:11 pm
Well penned ~ M
July 2nd, 2013 at 10:16 pm
Kelly, this is just perfect. My poor garden has been neglected and yet it is so forgiving. I really loved this.
July 3rd, 2013 at 3:36 am
Natures therapy.
July 3rd, 2013 at 9:28 am
very Zen, very reflective. No need for an analyst when you have a garden!
July 4th, 2013 at 11:07 am
Lovely words. I never use gloves in the garden. I need to connect with the dirt. It’s a return to childhood and the creation of mudpies.
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