Short Replanted Poems
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Callous rows gone fallow
human touch embraced
Hate uprooted — Love replanted
tilled in Heaven’s grace
(Dreamdleep: February, 2024)
beautiful orange dahlia
must be dug up in the fall
replanted every spring
dainty, fragrant, fragile, pretty dahlia
worth the trouble, if you live in zone 5
and I do
Wisdom
awaits discovery
experience The explorer
pearls of productive insight
needing excavation
exposed and nurtured
by devoted empathise
then replanted
within the fertile fields
of open minds
When I found you
you were like a plant
trampled in the mud
of your tears.
I picked you up
and replanted you
in the garden
of my love.
And I let my sun
shine on you
and my rain
nourish you.
And I watched you heal
and grow, and flowered...
Now I cannot stop
looking at you -
you are the most
beautiful thing
I've ever seen.
Flowers followed me home today.
They were in full bloom wanting to play.
Why did you pick yourself? I asked.
Don’t you realize now you will easily pass?
Cut flowers are always sad to me.
I want them in the ground, where they need to be
Flowers, is it too late for you to be replanted?
I am sad beyond sad, my attitude daunted.
Gray clouds that look like they could be snow filled
Fields of cotton that looks whiter than snow
Some fields have been harvested_gleaned and cleaned
Some that have had plow turn them_now wait
Those fields will be replanted with what crop
And exactly when is left to farmer
Fields white unto harvest my friend a good crop
Just writing for fun.....
I need he who made the flowers
And then he gave them stalks, that rest upon the branches
Need he who make the fruits
And then he gave the seeds, so they can be replanted
And they regrow, God you know
Just like rivers to Tilapias
Just like sugar to Malaysians
Lord that’s how much I need you, I promise I’ll always please you
Need your strength, wisdom and guidance
You set fire to my garden
Burnt all the plants
Dug out all the dead stuff and Replanted
You say you did it to kill the weeds
You didn’t mean to kill the plants
That was a few months ago
I find the smell from your fire often visits me
It's almost as if my garden was still burning
The weeds are back
And I need you to burn them
But I won't ask for your help this time
The words taste like music
from worlds long ago
Each letter resavored
in harmonies old
Coming to harvest
their sweetness imbues
A cave for an orchard
in wall painted hues
Old symbols retilling
those questions inside
Reborn when discovered
then never to hide
The silos refilling
new birthrights to seed
Replanted within us
—a symphony freed
(The New Room: January, 2023)
I inhale deeply, take the first step with desire in my soul to grow
to be the seed replanted in the soil to receive Vitamin D from Father Sun
I wanna be free, but I know I cannot fear living
just because I breathe out my nostrils and out my mouth.
I still hunger and desire for more for myself when I do not feel alive
if I run far enough to the hills
break the chains that held a tight grip on me will I still be free?
That is something I am still learning to understand.
I am called 'the ancient one' among my peers,
known for my sweeping limbs, as if they weep.
I was taken from the bank of the River Sugen
when my tender roots were still quite young.
From Nature's arms, I was carefully replanted,
nurtured and shaped by the one who cares for me.
He's gently pruned my limbs to keep me healthy
and taken me outside to absorb morning sunlight.
I am proud to be a specimen of Japanese culture,
a miniature version of my Asian flora ancestors.