Thursday, June 2, 2022

my garden bed is buzzing

 

may your summer morning be bright

as purple salvia, flashier than eggplant

dangling from vine, lush & lethargic


may your garden flowers bloom

with spike of ginger & tantrum of cumin

as bees hum a hot peppery buzz


<an alarm goes off>


i wake up 

and there is a down-

pour, 

my garden boots are 

muddy greasy



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Meet the Bar with Dissonance, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

16 comments:

  1. Oh that contrast between the harsh reality and the dreams... but hopefully the garden gets the water it really needs

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  2. lovely wishes "spike of ginger & tantrum of cumin" but even they need rain!

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  3. Oh this is absolutely exquisite writing, Grace! I especially love; "spike of ginger & tantrum of cumin." 💝💝

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  4. Rude awakening! All that garden glory become muck underfoot.

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  5. Ha! the dose of reality comes so sudden..grey, and wet...

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  6. Subtle, smooth dissonance, juxtaposition without anger or epithets; nice work.

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  7. Your poem is clearly dissonant, especially compared to your usual poetic style. In particular, the first and second stanzas seem to contain disparate descriptions, not as harmonious as usual. Well done.

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  8. So liked that alarm in the middle of a wishful meditation. And the broken/unexpected sounds - 'bloom with spike of ginger' Lovely stuff

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  9. Had to shake my head and smile as I read your delightful poem....just yesterday I put my poinsettia and Norfolk Island Pine on out deck ... today it hailed. Not pretty. I think they are barely salvageable.

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  10. "Tantrum of cumin" is a great expression

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  11. that sudden ending of a dream...

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  12. I love these words

    may your garden flowers bloom

    with spike of ginger & tantrum of cumin

    as bees hum a hot peppery buzz

    Wonderful Grace!

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  13. the spike of ginger line was my favourite of the poem.

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  14. Clever title too, Grace! On every lush garden, showers of blessing must fall :)

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  15. After a prolongued drought, the brief downpour yesterday was very welcome. It might not be exactly what you intended, I don't know, but the vivid colours of salvia always strike me as discordant.

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  16. The alarm going off ... is different from an alarm that wakes us up. Good weaving of details...

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