Joseph P. DiMino Poet Free verse

The Gardener

The Gardener

I thought, could I
shape the clouds,
Those ones on high,
With hand and mind
What greater blossoms then
would come to eye!? Beauty of
some rarer orchid, or rose?
Or just the tip of my protruding
nose, sniffing for scents where
they are not…?  Botany my
heart!

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sara Etgen-Baker July 16, 2025 at 4:35 PM I love gardening, so I related to your poem...liked the ending Joseph P. DiMino July 16, 2025 at 6:23 PM Another green thumb! Thank you, Sara; a pleasure to meet you. Blessings.

Valsa George July 15, 2025 at 9:00 AM So, I conclude that you are fond of gardening and also growing orchids and roses.As a poet, you can imagine clouds forming into lovely flowers . Interesting thoughts dear Joe. Joseph P. DiMino July 15, 2025 at 9:59 AM I do love gardening, though my thumb is both green and black. What the heck...always trying. Blessings my friend.

Kim Rodrigues July 15, 2025 at 7:53 AM Love the muse-ing! rarer orchid or rose, enhances the beauty, the scent…botany my heart (lovely, dear poet!) Joseph P. DiMino July 15, 2025 at 10:02 AM Positive attitude: seeing blossoms, intoxication scents even in blight. Now for a shovel...and some seed. Always hoping.

Bill Baker July 14, 2025 at 5:36 PM Thanks for sharing your gardening thoughts with us through your poetry, Joe. May the summer be kind to your flowers, my friend. A poet friend in Texas, Bill Joseph P. DiMino July 14, 2025 at 7:37 PM Thank you, Bill; they need a little extra kindness this time of year in Phoenix -- lots of watering. Blessings my friend.