Horticulture

style inspired by a local caribbean poet, Olive Senior

My gardening time may seem a bit unorthodox.

I have the habit of meddling in my flower garden

(though some call it a grave yard-

I've never seen a grave yard produce life).

 

Now that is clarified for you

I think I'll continue...

 

My gardening times only take place on the darkest of nights.

When only half the moon is peeking from the sky.

(I say only half because between you and I, that moon loves to highlight everybody's business.

 Laughing it up with that one they call Sun who claims that he sends his rays to warn us before hand.)

Such a blasted lie

Never saw one ray to this day

...Or maybe its true.

Maybe he sent them as some joke while I was being lead up the garden path

Everybody knows

Walking up the path

Your trusted leader makes sure you're blindfold

 

Anyway, I garden in the night.

When I know for sure that wind has transformed.

Trading in warm daytime fingers for cold stabbing needles.

Guareenteed to knock the feelings right out of you.

 

No emotions

While I pluck the weeds of broken and failed relationships.

No emotions as I uproot that single rose (before the vines got too tangled)

Between you and I...(I hate them bloodly plants)

Always deceiving

Always seducing

Always making you see red

Red love

Red petals

Red tears

Red blood (and if you're anything like me, after seeing your red blood spilled because of the likes of him... well you'll be seeing RED RAGE).

So when pinning, dont stick it too close to your heart,

(just in case it might decide to stick back)

 

Enough talk.

Back to my gardening

Tilling the soil with my spade (but not of hearts)

A spade of rejuvenation

Preparing the way for my seeds of healing...

Author's Note

the tone and language is mostly local. Ps being lead up the garden path is informal and means to mislead or deceive someone. style inspired by a local caribbean poet, Olive Senior. Hope you get what i was saying.

Reviews

[ericdeben]

Where the parenthesis seemed out of place in your other poem, they worked and seemed appropriate in this one.
You may want to consider still keeping the parentheticals, but separate them into different lines to flow with the poem like this:
(though some call it a graveyard -
I've never seen a graveyard produce life)
Good job, suns.

[Muse]

Wow I could picture you ripping out all the weeds along with all the pretty flowers....bloodied hands.

Preparing the way for my seeds of healing...

You are an emotional writer! You are very talented my new friend.

[Daytonight]

Very well done. Loved how you ended it! Keep up the great work.

[Kenneth The Poet]

This reminds me of Coyote's style. Very lyrical and image-driven. Nice work.

[KAREN]

I felt anger at the begining, but then at the end I felt the healing prcess began. Great emotion and flow.

[:DI laugh too much:D]

I really enjoyed this, and I love the personification you used, with the moon and sun, and just overall with how you described everything. great job! :]

[Wolf's Dark Song]

This is really great. I enjoyed reading this a lot. It was rather like listening to someone telling a story. A very interesting one too!

[DONALD EISSLER]

WELL WELL MY DEAR DREAM
You have fertilized the garden in my mind again..this is well worth a few more reads to aborb the nutients that you have so aptly applied to this work.. like your style on this ...I wrote one called Penelopes Garden but my takes a back seat to this one for sure..Keep on gardening Dream and share the friuts of your labor with us all
tk

[Fy Cecilia]

This is TOP-NOTCH work. I also like that you don't feel passive reading it too.
Very nice.

[WindSong]

"A spade of rejuvenation, Preparing the way for my seeds of healing". This is very beautiful and telling of a time of renewal for the heart and soul! A new planting and a new beginning....A beautiful poem you have written!