The garden of my mind
is full of ‘weeds’;
all inter-related
and yet,
each one individual.
Friends, who know me well,
call them ‘memories’;
some, newly sown,
trying to out-do the older ones
which have been there
for a lifetime.
Why do I call them ‘weeds’?
Because most of them
have been sown by others;
friends, acquaintances
even enemies, with whom
I have had ‘mind contact’
during a lifetime.
Every now and then,
as I do now,
I wander through my garden,
picking, here and there,
the best shoots
from those ‘weeds’
which I think will flavour
the dish of words
that I am preparing.
What was it
my grandmother
used to tell me?
“A little of what you fancy
does you good”.
A contest entry
- A WALK IN YOUR GARDEN by Richard Adams, A Winkling #76. by Lyndon.
2800 points, ended May 18, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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ah! yes, I like your Grandma's message.
Well done. An unusual walk through your garden full of weeds. I like the way you finally come to the 'best shoots' and my anxiety finds rest. I like the free verse and the way you have spaced the ideas.
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I loved that last stanza. Truer words...
A delightful trip though your garden, viewing the weeks among the blooms.
Well done. Beat of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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Very nice ...
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Brilliant !
Best of luck to you ~Bret~
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