along the perennial vine wall,
chayote and grape tangle
the lattice arbor
sitting on the stone path,
[in clay pots]
the impatients wait;
for little gray hands,
to tug at their delicate
roots
it’s 10 am…
and the posies… weep
grandmother--
doesn’t live here,
anymore
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This is profound and tender.
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i really love the first part of this poem- i have to admit that i think you could cut the grandmother line out because we read it and already get it
without being told the punchline.. your set up was so good- that
those last two lines are unnecessary
impatience- rather than impatient?
posies or weeps - one or the other needs an s..
i love this little piece- nicely done mal.. really nicely done
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How touching! Your metaphor is wonderful and creative...you gave the garden life and the ending was so strong and breathe taking...
excellent work!
Best to you!
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POIGNANT!
Your metaphors are wonderful and so are you! "the impatient wait" is a wonderful line. You gave such life to the posies. Flowers are such beauties and really miss the love and attention they get. Yes, they knew their gardener was gone!
huggies and smooches for my wonderful friend!
XOXO
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Yes, when one moves on to a hospital or passes on to heaven, the flowers remain and others notice too the lack of tending to by the old woman in the garden. Liked the free verse used here, the flow and the images these words bring to mind.
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Years ago, when I still had time for gardening, my garden was filled with impatients - in all colours. This is lovely and very touching, Mal. Somehow this poem makes me think of my mother too; she really has "green fingers" and my father always used to say "just give her a hosepipe and a spade and she's happy", lol
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~ Nicolette
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Hi Nicolette when I wrote this poem, I somehow thought of a women and her garden
and as she tends and nurtures her flowers I believe them, to be her heart…and I see-
beautiful her flowers…delicate to touch and to be admired
Mal
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this is sad,
it brings back memories of my grandfathers garden,
it was my favorite place.
and the posey... weep
lovely write my friend
God bless...
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Yes... a tad bit sad, but the true delight is the smiles it brings...in recollection of the Love- you shared...
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awwwwwwww. this is sweet yet a tad sad my Dear Mally,
I remember when I moved into this house, It was my
Granparents house and how my grams used to love her
Garden, and try as I might to recover it sigh it was never the same it needed her hands to tug at it.
Thanks for this beautiful memory of her through your words.
Love and Light
Frozentearz
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I think...it has something to do with love...something a little more special that comes with age...to give a garden more color and vibrancy...like children do
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