Notes App Poem1
Manic Gardening
Plucking, cracking, wrecking
Wrestling among wild carnations
rising disorderly behind a cornflower maze
The dry aerial foliage might save
the fine beating lines deep within their paper-thin skin
Before steadily growing rosemary in thick confines
were deadly winters abruptly sprung to spring
The whole world forever ruptures into an ever-endless spin
Trapped underneath Anemone’s cautious skin
I found her mournful lady slippers left outside to dry
I hope she reached down and breathed in deep
the soft smell of sweet roots growing from her uneasy sleep
She always nursed little Lily of the valley
And taught me how bluebells learn to ring from fear
Tangled, fresh vegetables she left behind
silently form familiar flowerbeds around me
they become longer, growing
in deeper with each passing year