the idea grows on him:
these tiny fan-like leaves
are more bewitching than palest of flower
crowns & wild red roses
imagine what the garden will look like -
dill, parsley, cilantro, rosemary
rising like foam
needles & stems billowing the grass
with fragrance of sea & mountains
his dirt-stained hands plant fragile roots -
tomato-spiced sauce
cracked-seeds flavoring
wine-drizzled broth mixed with vegetables
anything is possible with herbs, he tells me
As I scribble words,
I imagine them growing sturdy
& fat as yukon gold potatoes.
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This is stage of the herbs at our backyard.
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - My chef son just planted some herbs beside my roses & perennial blooms ~ He wanted to uproot my flowers for his herbs but I told him not to touch the red roses ~
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root vegetables would def be worthy children of our words, filling...
ReplyDeleteha. tell him to go find another patch and keep your flowers....
we had a rose bush we had to cut back severely several years
ago...and it has taken off...it nearly reaches the roof of the house
on the two story side...i really need to model it but i like it rather wild
I love the SMELL of an herb garden........and the wonderful flavor fresh herbs add to one's dishes........I loved this gardening poem......
ReplyDeleteOh I love the idea of planting herbs. This reminds me that I must go out and buy some basil to grow in a pot. I try to do this every year. There is nothing like freshly grown herbs....and yes, I do think 'anything is possible with herbs.'
ReplyDeleteI agree with your son's assertion that anything is possible with herbs haha. Reading that list of things he wants to plant makes me crave Italian food :)
ReplyDeleteI love this and love your chef son I love herbs all the summer I had basil but mint I have around the year I love how smell all these herbs:)
ReplyDeleteanything is possible with herbs... i think so too... love me some basil with my tomatoes...they make all the big difference
ReplyDeleteLuscious poem with luscious images. Herbs and roses...beautiful combination.
ReplyDeleteYour words are fat yukon gold potatoes...edible:)
Lovely poem about herbs. I have a lot in my garden and I love to use them,
ReplyDeletelook at them and smell them. A lot of them get beautiful blue flowers.
Hugs
JetteMajken
They can sure help a ton, anything is possible indeed
ReplyDeleteHerbs.. what bliss.. I love that smell coming, walking on a carpet of thyme... or just rubbing the leaves between your fingers.. Lovely poetry..
ReplyDeleteDill, cilantro, oregano and basil are my favorite plants to have in a garden.Good luck to your son with his plantations! I am sure you will cook wonderful dishes to add them to.
ReplyDeleteHerbs are certainly a wonderful thing, healing and mysterious. A very goiod poem Grace. >KB
ReplyDeleteYour last stanza is killer, reminding me of the short growing seasons in AK, & the hardy hybrids that flourish there; like we poets, bridled with adversity perhaps, falling in & out of love daily, passionate about everything from the mundane to the profound, from scatology to paleontology; tap roots run silent & deep indeed; thanks.
ReplyDeleteoh, this left me smiling... i love the progression, and this stanza is perfection
ReplyDelete"tomato-spiced sauce
cracked-seeds flavoring
wine-drizzled broth mixed with vegetables "
now i'm dreaming of harvest time!
This poem has made me very hungry... even though I've had supper... Very evocative!
ReplyDeleteLike Kelly I am smiling as well... :) Lovely
ReplyDeleteFlowers and food...they can grow so well together! Love this!
ReplyDeleteWe have an herb garden, too. They are just wonderful. I especially love the scent of rosemary and being able to go outside and cut what you want/need whenever you want. Basil, too. Hmmmm.
ReplyDeleteLovely. Sometimes we plant seeds/words just because of the anticipation of what they will become.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem...glad your son's interested in sharing your garden space (maybe he will share the weeding too)!
ReplyDeleteLove love love words as herbs growing well and fragrantly and ready to feed and heal us!
ReplyDeleteSimply lovely - and the tale of your son wanting to dig up your flowers simply added to the delight! I can smell the herbs and the scent of flowers already - a heady mixture!
ReplyDeleteFresh! and such a magnificent! poem.
ReplyDeleteStunning vision and a whole lot of positive energy. :)
Herb gardens are great to have Grace. Don't let anyone touch your roses.
ReplyDeleteHello Grace. Cheeky son! Leave those roses alone. But herbs are wonderful. I can't grow them where I live as the possums eat them straight away. Luckily there are plenty of farmer's markets nearby to buy fresh supplies!
ReplyDeleteOh, and the poem is delightful!
Denise
Smiles.........I felt the smell of your garden....lovely....
ReplyDeleteAs I scribble words,
ReplyDeleteI imagine them growing sturdy
& fat as yukon gold potatoes.
Great ending Grace! Yes, one certainly looks forward to all goodness of the beautiful garden! Wonderful take!
Hank
The flowers, the herbs ,the roses.......................all bring happiness to a sad heart.
ReplyDeleteahh..the REAL SEED of life..always precious and beautifully celebrated here in your words...as flowered such...
ReplyDeleteI do love a herb garden what a lovely array of scents and tastes in this one.
ReplyDeletethis incites my imaginings of; knolls and pastures of verdent scenery with green herbs filling every space along with crimson red tomato plants and rhubarb with their large leaves sprawled. i can smell the wondrous waft.
ReplyDeletesee what you did to my sensoria, mi amiga. ;-p
loved the title and the aroma of your poem
ReplyDeleteHerbs are beautiful in their own right, and the smell is lovely. I like how you described them in your poem. Yet, I am with you, no matter how useful and nice herbs are, they should never ever take precedence over the roses. :-) Oh, maybe h can plant a lavender, too. I heard it is also used as herb, and yet its very pretty and fragrant as well.
ReplyDeletegarden potatoes taste so much better than store bought ! Yummm
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful Grace. It is gentle like the herbs themselves - I can almost smell their aroma.
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful poem! And I love herbs so much, fresh herbs straight out of the garden make any dish amazing, no matter what it is :)
ReplyDeleteOh no, but don't let him uproot your roses, I'm sure they can co-exist! :)
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Herb gardens are the best and you have told it exactly like it is. Glad you told your chef son to leave the red roses intact for you!
ReplyDeleteHa! Very charming. k.
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