31 words (on the subject of hope) in the month of May:
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Wild bluebells appeared
in the barren garden
that spring morning
and she sighed and said,
well, there’s hope yet!
......She remembers this
because a tornado tore through
her garden that evening.
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7 comments:
ahhhhaha
well i REALLY laughed at that.
delicate & dainty first verse, and then it became like my life in the second stanza. thanks :)
Hey Marjo,
This is a lovely little poem...but a few words stick out for me. Maybe because they're formal in what seems like a very domestic, very intimate poem: "infertile" in the second line and "uttered" in the fourth.
"She remembers this" is also a bit poky...
The word infertile really stuck for me too -- partly because it seems inaccurate if something is actually growing. I like the stark contrast between the two stanzas too.
Do you not think that the key point is the fact that something (hope) is growing in the infertile ground?
This still makes me smile!! I think I'd fall more with Stuart on infertile.
That sounds unclear. I mean,
I think it works because it's like, whoa bluebells are growing where nothing has ever grown before! Such hope. And then. The only reason she remembers that feeling is b/c a tornado came thru & wrecked it all that very night. It saddens and delights me all at once. I'm delightfully saddened. I'm sadly delighted.
Is it wicked of me to be so very pleased by this poem? I'm not happy her bluebells were killed...
S & M poetry for gardens, anyone?
Andie...
..You're cracking me up!
As the creator of this here garden sadism, I invite you to be wicked with me!!
I find this deeply sad. It brings back memories of profound loss Marjo ... I think you've done your job well.
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