My mind is toss up in word salad
Mixed with fresh herbs, my "baby" plants
are rooting nicely with tiny buds & thirsty roots
My fingers are forks, raking down to remove
dead leaves and fading summer blossomes
Autumn arrives with first harvest
Wild crab apples, plentiful for the squirrels & birds
I inhale warmth of dying sunset, orange-crinkled sky
(my pack of oranges are not so sweet)
My red roses, still blooming, second chances, i
Will always take, wearing a mask
Pixellated, stripes of black & white
My chest a garden of hopes, basketball hoops & hoses
Optimistic as red fat sweet tomatoes
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I like the images of your mind like a toss salad....love the inspiration of always taking second chances.
ReplyDeleteI love where your stream of thoughts led you... I think I get the jist of it, and will try to do something very quickly (though I cannot write with my left hand...)
ReplyDeletewell you've done it beautifully, red roses, second chances. love that line.
ReplyDeleteThoughts full of growing. They can lead you anywhere.
ReplyDeleteI particularly like the last lines. "Will always take, wearing a mask
ReplyDeletePixellated, stripes of black & white
My chest a garden of hopes, basketball hoops & hoses
Optimistic as red fat sweet tomatoes "
Very nice.
I love the beginning line, the last line, and every line in between.
ReplyDeleteThe opening line captivated me instantly! This is such a wonderfully elegant poem, Grace!💝
ReplyDeleteAll good, but those optimism-inspiring tomatoes really nail this one. Well done, Grace!
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery here, Grace. It's absolutely inspiring and it's like a whole palette of colors on a color wheel. I loved these lines the most:
ReplyDelete"My fingers are forks, raking down to remove
dead leaves and fading summer blossomes"
Such grand imagery and so visceral with nature and humanity. Amazing, amazing writing as always!
I see this as growth, while being content with your place.
ReplyDeletebeautiful imagery Grace, sometimes the mind does feel like a tossed salad.
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery! Fingers as forks and the orange-crinkled sky 🙂
ReplyDeleteI like your thoughts flowing through your garden and into the Covid concerns and then comparing the two. Very nice Grace.
ReplyDeleteyour descriptions take my breath away, Grace. the flow felt like a calming inhale and exhale.
ReplyDeleteJust lovely, Grace, so much to enjoy. I particularly liked the second blooming of the roses, the second chances, and the hovering spectre of covid.
ReplyDeleteSo many wonderful images here--I like especially the garden of hopes, and the mind a toss up word salad.
ReplyDeleteIt's obvious your time in the garden is restorative and reassuring for you. From word salad to tomtoes, it's a great write!
ReplyDeleteI am wading in your stream while eating tomatoes fresh from the garden.
ReplyDeleteMy chest a garden of hopes,
ReplyDeletebasketball hoops & hoses
Optimistic as red fat sweet tomatoes
'A garden of hopes'...outlines lots of positivism in just one sentence. Beautiful close Grace!
Hank
I love the idea of your mind being a toss up in word salad! Good luck with your baby plants.
ReplyDeleteA Smile May Be Worn
ReplyDeleteUnderneath A Mask
A Smile May Breathe
In All that Love
Will
Do to See
And Actually
NoW ETeRNaLLY
Be God ALiVE iN US
Sweet stream!
ReplyDeleteThese words are so evocative of your beautiful stream: "my "baby" plants
ReplyDeleteare rooting nicely with tiny buds & thirsty roots". The metaphor works on so many levels (physical, societal, mental, emotional, spiritual) and offers so much precise and lovely hope!