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Details | Quatrain | |

Where The White Rose Blooms

The single white rose captured the old gardener's attention,
He lovingly cared for it, like it was his own grand-daughter,
The roses were just like family and friends in his eyes,
He gave them bright sunshine, and plenty of fresh water.

He had always planted roses in reds, yellows, and pinks,
Yet, it was the one white rose that he favored most,
The old gardener admired it's innocence and elegance,
A quality that the other roses just could not boast.

This precious rose was pure white, like new fallen snow,
Which only a cold, late November day could bring,
It's delicate petals were soft to the finger's touch,
Similar to that of a feather, in an angel's wing.

The old gardener was perplexed and astonished,
Only this rose bloomed through spring, summer, and fall,
Each of the other roses had withered months ago,
The frost and cold weather did not affect it at all.

With a smile, the old gardener took one last look,
Unknowingly, death would soon come without warning,
After he had settled down for a nap in his chair,
He drew his last breath, later on that morning.

His funeral was held on the very next day,
Loving words were spoken, as he was laid to rest,
His grand-daughter approached, with tears in her eyes,
As she placed the single white rose upon his chest.

The cemetery was a quiet and peaceful place,
Where family and friends gathered to remember,
A gentle snow began to fall upon the casket lid,
Brightening the gloom on this final day of November.

The old gardener's soul departed from this earth,
Lead away by a choir of angels, on delicate wings,
Then on through the pearly gates of heaven's garden,
Where the white rose still blooms, in eternal springs.






November 25th, 2013

Written by: Kelly Deschler

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Corey Fazel

Koorosh the Great, Friend

All of my heart
One tear
Or one Monsoon
No amount, no grandeur
Can express the sorrow
Oh yes, I am sad, I am saddened
I am in sorrow
I am swimming in the darkness
I am missing something
That can not be said in words

Koorosh the great was a prophecy
For only now have we seen
The truth of greatness
Not by Victory, but by kindness
We are blessed to have seen
How simple life can be
Love your life
Your family
Your friends
Bring everyone laughter
Create, envision and dream
Everyone who knows you feels special
Your father taught you well
Kindness that transcended generations
In the end
A humble man
No god could make him bitter
He was as he always was and more
A kind man

Only when you remove a tree from the garden
Do you realize
The tree was the garden
The flowers bloomed for the tree
The people sought shade and comfort

Quietly, I weep
For him
For his family
For life

If all great leaders followed his path
What a beautiful world we would have
He inspired 
He smiled
Corey, you are missed


Notes: Dedicated to my friend Corey Fazel who just recently passed away before his time. Corey, you will be missed by many many people. It is you with your friendly pertinence that got me to swim, and that alone has changed my life, I will remember the many evenings and dinners we talked about all things under the sun.

MSA is Multiple System Atrophy, a terrible and debilitating disease that attacks the nervous system. It has many of the symptoms of Parkinson, however from onset one has very few years of life left.

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry | |

Black Flowers Bloom

Skies so grey
Heart so blue
Flowers of the past come to bloom
Love has kissed the stems
Pain has poisoned the blooms
The flowers are black as death itself
They speak to no one
Living in a veiled garden of darkness
Shrouded in mourning
Lingering for autumns death to devour them
Flowers in waiting
Clouds dance in anticipation
The coliseum of life has another festival
Of the slaughtered flowers
Crushed back to dust
The stars above
Stare down in silence
Knowing their fate is sealed
In a billion years or so
Death shall devour them too

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Death of a Rose Garden

In the corner of the flower garden
The ugly rose
Stood alone
No shelter from blistering noon sun

Wilted and burnt
The beautiful ones mocked
The usual suspects in the garden
Gathered together in flock

The ugly rose wilted and dried
As the other flowers laughed
They became week and fraught
Not knowing their fate was interlocked

For the ugly rose fading and alone
Was not the petals nor the stem
The intertwined roots were rotted
Soon it was the other flower bushes condemned

As the rose garden rotted and died
That one ugly rose, rose again and became alive
Flourishing on the nutrients of the unsurvived
Sadly that one lonely rejected flower

Still was all alone
With no one to share her flourishing bloom
Like a lover left alone in the corner of a room
No one was there to see her bloom

The rains caressing her soul

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sestina | |

The Garden

Sometimes it all feels like a dream.
A dream full of love,
Full of life,
And full of happiness.
It is as though I am surrounded by flowers;
Yet, every pedal stings like the nick of a blade.

A sharp, jagged blade.
Carving every inch of my body. Could this really be a dream?
I lie here, trying to escape, but I keep drowning in the flowers.
Even through all of this pain, I still feel the joy of love.
With every tear I shed, I still feel happy.
My world seems empty and cold, but I still feel the warmth of life.

I wonder if this is the end. If my life
Could really be taken by a simple blade.
I begin to stray away from my happiness
And realize that this is no dream.
I thought I was draped with love,
But little did I know that this garden was filled with malicious flowers.

I once felt delighted in the presence of a flower.
The cheer it brought made me burst with life.
I thought I knew the meaning of love,
But I never knew the pain of a blade.
It helped me distinguish reality form a dream
And determine what would truly make me happy.

It seems so far away, the hope of happiness.
The pedals turned black, darkening the hate within the flowers.
I close my eyes, begging for it all to be a dream.
Praying for a prolonged life.
I lay in the garden of vengeance, awaiting the pierce of a blade.
Longing for the compassion of love.

Not even a moment later, I realize there is no love;
Nothing that can make me believe in the existence of happiness.
Again and again I feel the torment of the blades;
The misery that began in this garden of flowers.
I feel my grip loosening, about to let go of life.
I am beginning to disappear like the memory of a dream.

At that moment, the light shines through the flowers.
My body fills with life,
And I finally wake from that horrific dream.

Copyright © Corinne Meade | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Tender of Roses

Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.

Copyright © Tom Valles | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy | |

Outside My Window

Outside My Window

I sit on Dad's heavenly bed as I pen this write
The mournful heart looks outside
The window which for the moment is mine
I view with his eyes and the heart inflates
The orchard is blooming ready for fruiting, but
The hedges look wild while lawn's not mowed
His cane chair is empty while mother is beside
The newspaper lies folded on the tea-tray with specs
The tangerines in pots dangling near to death
None to tell my brooding dear mother 
'Preserve them in bottles before the season is out'.

FOURTH
Balveen Cheema
September 12, 2015
Contest: Outside My Window
Sponsor: Bev Smith


Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epitaph | |

garden mother

She was a loving gardner growing four boys, she was called home by God when her love had taken root, now she is a gardener for His flowers.

Copyright © tim bledsoe | Year Posted 2012

Details | Verse | |

Renewal


F
 A
   L
     L
       I
        N
          G  
           into warm EARTH
   
             NO Chill of death                       
                                 
                Becoming ONE 

                  with LAND and SEA
 
                    NO need to search for ME

                      NO final BREATH     
                      
                        NO NEED for a grave
 
                           I have been SAVED          
   
                             If you MUST cry

                               PLANT a garden
                               
                                 In the SUNLIGHT

                                  START with a SEED

                                    WATER the flowers with TEARS

                                      Then cry NO MORE

                                         Fertilize the SOIL

                                           LIFE is RENEWED

                                             Say a PRAYER for LOVE
                                 
                                                PERFECT and ABIDING
                            
                                                  Then KISS the SUNLIT SKY, say goodbye
                                                                 (or till we meet AGAIN)

                                                      NEVER an END

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epitaph | |

Garden Mother II

A beautiful lady lovingly growing flowers, grew nothing more precious to her than her sons while bound to earth. She was called home to be with God when her earthly plants had taken root and now she tends God's gardens.

Copyright © tim bledsoe | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme | |

Flower Garden

 Flower Garden

 
You wonder how you'll make it with too much sadness all around.
The way you thought that life would be as teardrops touch the ground.

Heaven sees the tears you cry and wants for you to know.
Every place a teardrop lands a flower someday will grow.

In honor of the memory of each tear you ever cried.
And for the heart God placed in you that you hold deep inside.

For each and every time He sees each heartache start unfolding.
Longing for the used to be's and those you should be holding.

All the love that's in your heart that all of heaven sent.
Is multiplied ten thousand times with each teardrop that is spent.

With heartbreak and with tragedy in all the things you do.
With love so in abundance it's love that will see you through.

So as you look around you. Don't let your poor heart harden.
For someday where you're standing now will be a flower garden.

Edwin C Hofert

Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

First Sin

First of all, Eve took a bite.
Then Adam tried the delight.
   The serpents plot.
     
Adam knew it was not right,
before he took that long plight.
   The serpents shot.
   
Bible says God came that night,
they were hidden out of sight.
   Repenting not.
     
God called and they answered, "What?
We are naked on this lot."
   "Who told you that?"
       
"When we ate the fruit we got
our eyes opened on the spot."
   So there they sat.
      
Beside a fire so hot
with food cooking in a pot.
   Gone diplomat.
     
"Leave this garden habitat
there is no more welcome mat."
   They had to leave.
        
Punishment would be no pat.
Adam toiled without a spat.
   How they did grieve.
    
In the evenings they would chat
about their past garden flat.
   Now they believe!

      
      
      
     
For David Williams Virelai contest

Copyright © Marty Owens | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Birthday Wish

Spring comes,
Bringing novel flowers
To this multicolored Earth, 
A really wretched place actually,
If you know the awful truth about it

Spring leaves, 
Taking some flowers with it, 
Bestowing freedom 
Upon these fortunate plants

Seventeen springs ago,
An ordinary flower blossomed 
On this cursed land.
The worst of all curses,
Life,
Placed on this pitiful plant 
And a fate worse than death

Seasons flew by
And the flower withstood 
The immense force of the elements,
Debilitated by great adversity
Brought by the years 

Now with spring close by, 
If fate shall allow,
Hopefully this spring, 
This dying flower will perish. 
Its roots turned to ashes
And carried by the winds of freedom
To the promised eternal paradise

Rebirth
A garden greets my eyes
With its breath-taking beauty
And my suffering dies

Copyright © Andres Rocha | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Around The Garden

Around The Garden

Gardenia Jasminoids

My mother’s health began to fail
I came to care and help her smile
She had a little Gardenia tree
But no flowers did she see.

I tended her with love and toil,
fertilized and loomed with soil,
was in the spring before she left,
Gardenia blooms to her I set.

Now, in the spring, she walks with me 
among the garden, around the trees.
Graceful Gardenia, fragrance be,
You bloom for all eternity.


Copyright © Jeralynn Clark | Year Posted 2010

Details | Verse | |

Adnate to the Funicle

      Accepting aloneness, incomplete solitude, imperfect rest. The garden
wasted, pumpkin patch planted late, potatoes untasted left in ground.

      A thousand email addresses, each unique represents a flame of
passion, compassion, desperation or depression. To understand, to know's

      impossible. It is therefore only reasonable to observe the shadows
on the mountain, the actions of the dreamer which tell us something,

      little, nothing of his dream. It's a simple secret shared,
longevity. The half breed John Russell says it right, the

      date and place don't matter, dry desert or cold mountainside,
lush bottomland, soulless or hospitable, contagious hospital.

      The best laugh's death's, a perfect escape, perfect error, perfect
rest. Their solicitude's unnecessary, grief is temporary, life goes on,

      you go under, underemployed, the undertaker's never unemployed.
Forensics prove an ovary with two chambers, ovule adnate to the funicle.





Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet | |

Just One More Day

Dad Revisited

RIP 1924-2015


Last night I sat up in bed and prayed a little longer,
I asked god to send dad back for just one more  day with great fervour.

Dad was waiting for me in the verandah as soon as I reached,
Seated on his cane chair with legs outstretched.

Suited- booted, neat crisp turban, expectant eyes so tender
The same tweed coat, the warm muffler across his shoulder.

The moment he saw me he fumbled for his walking stick,
Stood up took a few steps forward in a nick.

We embraced each other tight as he planted as kiss on my head,
I nuzzled against his warm coat enjoying the love of my figurehead.

Warm drops of love fell on my cheeks,
Saw oceans pouring through his teary creeks.

'I can't control them', he said chokingly, 
Feeling the other's heart beats we clung to each other tightly.

'Let's go to the garden, the grape fruit is waiting for you!'
We walked together slowly over his leafy garden dew.

Dad showed me the new cuttings and saplings he had potted for me,
He pointed to the overgrown grass and said his workers were on leave.

He said,' Ah, for more varieties of flowers!
But the dogs don't spare them in my bowers'.

We smiled and saw the overladen grape fruit trees,
I plucked three grapefruits and said they would suffice with a tease.

We slowly climbed up the steps to our sunny verandah to sit alone,
He asked me what was it that I had wanted to tell him over the phone.

I read out my poem, '13, West Macott Road', a nostalgia shakeup, 
Of our ancestral home in Poona where he had grown up.

I was reared up there, too, by my grandparents,
He wept and hugged each other, our undying love evident.

'I can't believe you had this talent and I didn't know about it till now,
You always make me cry with your emotions, but no more will I allow!'

He took out his kerchief to wipe my tears, his permanent flair,
I was still sniffing when I sighted his empty cane chair.



December 10, 2015
Contest: Just One More Day
Sponsor: Laura Loo

Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015

Details | Personification | |

The Garden of Death

There grew in a garden,
White flowers pale as death,
That grew in rows like tombstones, 
Their odor; foul like dragons breath.

Flowers bent and brittle,
Stems with many a thorn,
No sweet fragrance, just a stench,
Their existence was one to mourn.
 
These deadly flowers spread,
The world was its domain, 
Its roots had leeched all over,
And no other life could remain.

Only these flowers grew,
The earth’s soil was rotten,
This decay consumed all life. 
Its plague could not be forgotten.

When it spread its poison,
Life on earth was finished,
All life had become extinct,
The whole world had been diminished.

Even though its fiction,
All this could become true,
These flowers merely symbols, 
Of hate that could live within you.

Evil spreads so quickly,
To hearts that are hollow,
People want the easy life, 
A route that’s easy to follow.

Evil tries to tempt you,
Disguised as a flower,
Don’t be tricked by its beauty, 
Or you’ll fall under its power.

Take control of your life, 
Don’t let your heart harden,
Or you’ll become this flower,
A spawn of this deadly garden.

Copyright © Marilyn Hernandez | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rhyme | |

Gardens Grey

Pardon my Gardens; they're withered and grey:
Unkempt and wild and quite defiled
Given my odd and reclusive ways:
Eccentric is my fashion style

Look at Life through special glass:
I see it all now magnified
But my gardens grey, my cage, alas!
Damn society- be defied!

You should truly be in pictures,
You were born for it, you see:
Nevermind your fear and stricture;
What a starlet you would be!

Come and visit my grey gardens:
Bring your cameras; we will talk
Mother and I have long been hardened
By the way the others balk!

Jackie O. was in the know,
And embarrassed by our home
We let her in since she was kin
Though we sought to be alone

I am Edith Bouvier Beale,
A model once I was
Did cabaret 'til my dying day
When the flies began to buzz




Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Holy Orders

I suppose it is not for me to say
if I am truly,
holy polycultural,
if I have given sufficient sway and swag
to ecological and eco-normic We.

My redemptive measure,
merit follows cooperatively healthy design,
deep creation,
consumption balancing nutrient production standards,
decomposition harmonizing regenerating practice,
not polycultural perfection,
but permacultural Climax Community intention.

Life gardens.
Some are messy and richly fruitful,
riotously joyful,
revolutionary fertile
wild voice sanghas.
Some are orderly marching
toward their own future's demise.
Most are more and less happily/healthily
somewhere in between.

Life gardens yang and yin,
out and inside
seeding back and forth across time's life-death boundary,
if here now
then not here tomorrow
outside memories still incarnating,
forming and dysfunctioning,
decaying and recaying,
make-haying while Earth's light shines bravely on
blending polycultured beauty dreams
into gracefully encultured explication,
give and take.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Garden Club Ruse part 1 of 2

For years no one ever had a clue...
Of the secret she hid..no one knew..
The child inside her never shed a tear...
Although she lived everyday with fear...
She grew up never knowing what love was...
Till that fateful day, when he met him on the bus..
He was tall and handsome and had a great smile...
Knew all the words making her feel worthwhile...
They fell in love and soon were married...
And that’s when things changed...the love got buried..
The days were long and the nights were lonely...
They seldom spoke, and if only...
She hadn’t seen that ad...this never would have happened..
Join the Garden Club today and...
 wipe all your cares away 
There’s more to this story..I must conceive...
So please follow this sequel and I believe....
You will stop and think of the words I wrote...
And perhaps even take your own personal note....
	

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more

Copyright © Alexander Schwartz | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad | |

All Alone, 11-19-09

Mommy, I know I left you here.

Ring ring went the phone,

Little did we know never again would I answer

Ring ring went the phone.

 

I was eating breakfast when

Open slammed the door,

That morning how strongly I would have denied

I would end up on the floor.

 

I tried to scream, Mom, I really did.

But he had me. . .

He used my garden tools to beat me.

He had me.

 

Those tools used to bring me so much joy,

But his purpose was to aid him.

I had loved greeting visitors with garden so green

It's not the tools' fault though, I don't blame them.

 

I shielded my face with my hand,

But soon that was broken. . .

The simple trowel was my doom,

All too soon, my face shattered and broken. . .

 

There was blood everywhere;

Mom I was so scared.

To stop fighting though,

I never dare.

 

The sleek black laptop I had

Been given for Christmas

Which held all of my

Favorite pictures of us,

 

With it and my purse,

He ran away,

Not knowing I wouldn't

Be here today.

 

The white-washed walls

Of the hospital room

Only all too well reminded

Me of Amontillado's tomb.

 

I left you in the hospital

Though.  All alone. . .

They caught him, have comfort,

Even if you're alone.

 

I'm sorry Mommy,

I didn't want to go. . .

But who ever gets a choice?

I had to go.

 

How little did we know, that

One day, ring ring,

Never again would I answer

That phone, ring ring.

Copyright © Elizabeth Johnson | Year Posted 2011

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Soldier

With strong feet i step into the battlefield
A gun in my hand behind gods shield 
Leaving the dearest to my heart behind
I see the flowers at the side of the mourning streets
A part burned a part of them weeps
Sounds of thunder fall down from the sky

But i keep on moving with my eyes wide open 
trying to keep my head up high


At some point i remember the smell of peace
At home in my garden where birds used to sing

I'll face death just to be born again
I will kill death with my own bare hands if i can

And if death might lay me down for an endless sleep

I'll wake up in my garden right at the centre of my dreams

And death in both ways i will defeat





Copyright © Mona Karaki | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

The Zombie Parade

Snakes came upon the garden bhour
waiting for the family for an hour 
a long journey was faced
a curse shall be placed
upon the house in the desolate side of town
its getting closer to sun down 
darkness was all around
blood started pouring from the snakes' eyes
until one dies 
the house became a torcher chamber 
there was demons and ghosts surrounding the house
as if someone was a mouse
it was odd that it was the Sabbath
the demons murdered all the family in the house
a note from hell was placed upon the door 
written in the blood of a whore 
the letter unleashed goblins and ghouls 
and other horrors that no mortal has ever seen before
they started killing each other and drinking their blood
darkness crowds the old shed 
an evil witch formed in the shed cursing the ghost out
then a tornado came and sucked the evil out
and now the town is in peace again

Or is it...

Songs from hell started playing from the sky
a thunderstorm began to emerge
but why?
was this the end 
or something far worse
could it be that the devil himself was taking over our planet
the sea started to rise 
serial killers roam free, terrorist bomb the U.S., and pollution 
death oh glorious death is all over our little earth
aliens come from above 
killing people and ripping their hearts out
and for what?
So that the government can make money?

Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

In The Garden Of Eden

The serpent, being tricky, used truth for a lie
“Here Woman, eat. You will surely not die!”
So, she ate of the fruit and made up a plan,
Crying, “It's not my fault!”  as to Adam she ran.

Adam and Eve both declaring, “I will show no shame!”
As Man took of the fruit, in like manner, the same.
When later they saw their nakedness, their innocence lost,
The serpent slithered away, leaving them to face the cost.

God came to commune with the couple when the day was cool.
Finding them covered with leaves, he knew they'd broken his rule.
When questioned, they pointed while saying, “I'm not to blame!”
While fearfully remembering how the serpent had presented his claim.

“You have no proof.” Eve stubbornly persisted to her disgrace.
God answered, “Untrue! See the seeds? There is still a trace.
Because you partook of the forbidden fruit from that one tree,
My Son also will die for these sins, and others, on Calvary.”

Copyright © Virginia Mitchell | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ballad | |

THE GARDEN

Thus the world was ruined, By the sin of a single man. A tiny twist in the story, Brought about a change in God’s plan. For out of the garden they were thrown With nothing but rags to cover themselves; But with wisdom so dangerous yet powerful That opened the gateway to hell.

Copyright © Samuel John | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse | |

Garden of Angels

A smile was what I got from you,
when you looked at me.
I cared for you each and every day,
and your bright eyes set me free.
Your laughter filled my entire house, 
and filled my heart with song;
then one morning, without warning, 
your tiny life was gone.

You'd become another angel,
in the choir of heavenly care,
and I am sure you played all day,
with your family way up there.
I missed you down on Earth,
but I hope one day to be,
a part of the Garden of Angels,
and in your company.

Copyright © Rick Eichelberg | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? | |

-Garden in the Grave-

-Garden in the Grave- 

Watching as an orchid's 
last petal drifts 
helplessly to the ground,
I realize that I am 
witnessing natural art
in the making...

For it's body;
frail, wilted, and dry,
withers within it's
seedlings vast plot.
Preserving the following 
generations with it's 
nourishing memories and
essence...

Forever more, this 
orchid shall be know as nothing 
less than a Garden within its
own Grave...

-Anonymously youRs-
(Copyrighted to "DigitallyDefectiveArt")

Copyright © Jose Rodriguez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

The Garden Spider's Date

A feisty female spider

felt a plucking on her web.

And she let a yellow suitor in,

who crawled among her threads.

And when the night was ending,

she could not let him go,

because the lives inside her now,

needed nourishment to grow.

Some day she'd tell her babies,

the gift of life their daddy gave.

And how, almost, right up until 

the very end, he was so very brave. 




.





Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

Haiku: Garden Pests

rat with bushy tail
mesh trap black hole for squirrels
swimming school failures

Brian Johnston
October 22, 2015

Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2015