The luxurious feel of freshly troweled earth
Sifting through my hands as I ready the plot,
I shall plant roots for chrysanthemums’ birth
Ere fierce sun rising spoils their golden spot.
Sifting through my hands as I ready the plot
Peaceful garden resting beside the narrow firth
Ere fierce sun rising spoils their golden spot,
More than gold the precious blossoms worth.
Peaceful garden resting beside the narrow firth,
Where warm summer gentle breezes kiss the sea
More than gold the precious blossoms worth,
I knead the fertile soil carefully on bended knee.
Where warm summer gentle breezes kiss the sea,
I shall plant roots for chrysanthemums’ birth
I knead the fertile soil carefully on bended knee
The luxurious feel of freshly troweled earth.
Written May 18, 2021
For "Pantoum Rhyme" poetry contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Picture #5
Categories:
troweled, flower, garden,
Form: Pantoum
He stares at the wall for hours gone by,
shoulders stooped,
drawn inward ever so slightly, indicate his level of relaxation.
Eyes dimmed by years of constant strain,
try to focus on a small crack in plaster troweled in his youth.
His right hand scratches senselessly the stubble of some days growth;
while his left hand thumps a silent rhythm upon his arthritic knee.
His smile
fixed, drawn up, distorted,
a permanent reminder of last summers stroke.
His ears,
hear not activity surrounding him,
too proud to admit further disability,
prefers the silence that further isolates him from undesired memory.
He has no reason to speak,
no one would hear,
his beautiful Marie died last year.
Alone,
he suffers all of life's pain, his only escape,
a small crack in plaster, troweled in his youth.
Categories:
troweled, confusion, death, depression, hope,
Form: Free verse
sun-spoiled colors like fruit to burst slowly yield to a shadow tide pulling a demure
crescent
moon posing nude for constellations extinguished by the tremorous lips of dawn
changing
watercolor into oil for noon’s dominion over shade hoarded then troweled and finally
plowed as
light is sipped into
stars
Categories:
troweled, nature, time,
Form: Imagism