green smeared into swirls
does this make me one with the earth
I wrote this for a prompt I saw on Twitter. I think it is pretty self-explanatory. Gardening is therapeutic. I really suggest that everyone try it. You can get a small container and try something easy.
Speaking of putting your heart in the public’s hands: I helped a friend get started blogging! She started a blog last week and she has some posts up at Deb’s Bees and Berries. I think that blogging is good for a person’s soul. I think that it is an excellent way to express yourself and examine your life. She is going to write about her adventures in farming strawberries and owning a hive of bees. Please stop by and give her some encouragement, it would mean so much to me.
I transplanted some flowers from my mom’s yard to mine. I tried to keep the dirt that they had been growing in for the last several years around them since that is what they are used to. They are sprouting now, I hope they bloom this year. Are there any flowers you are wanting to see bloom in your yard this year?
Here is my poem for day 19 of the PAD Challenge. It had to be about authority. Did you write for day 19?
I wish I could buy wisdom
I wish I could put it in a dish
and serve it to friends.
Alas it is as shapeless
as virtue and smoke
gone with gentle breathing
Today’s NaBloPoMo prompt asks What knowledge do you have that others don’t? Well that depends on the subject. I have a lot of knowledge that others don’t have. I know how morning glory vines twist up a trellis, I know how to make hollyhocks grow, but I don’t know how to keep rabbits away from my trees and bushes. I don’t know how to split an atom, but I can crack an egg without getting any shell in the batter. I can also use the shell to separate the yolk and the white without breaking the yolk. I know the difference between a senryu and a haiku, but I don’t know how to speak Japanese. I can make a pizza from scratch if I buy a kit from the store, but I don’t know if that is considered “from scratch.”
Today’s poem was first written on Twitter after I read a prompt from #Orjay. Do you write poems on Twitter?
I was told two years ago that the marigolds I got in my planter would not produce plants for the next year. And yet I had them popping up everywhere. So I spread the seeds that those flowers produced and I have marigolds again this year.
Have you ever had a flower surprise you?