Posture is a mantra
hummed by all stems,
while encroaching upon
my subtle knees, bent.
And mine: unfurling motion,
the evident and the Knowing:
that gardeners, in their gardens, have no solitude growing.
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A contest entry
- solitude by tara wilson.
2700 points, ended August 20, 2008, 42 entries
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"Posture is a mantra
hummed by all stems,"
I love these lines...I love the truth in them..also, I know what you mean with the title, I speak to my plants all the time, isn't that so funny?? LOL.
wonderful entry, thank you Jen..
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Marvelous write, truly!
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Solid metaphor and a provocative conclusion. Love that last line.
Thanks for this.
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Thanks for the read & applause.
("What an exquisite name," I recently thought to myself.)
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"that gardeners, in their gardens, have no solitude growing."
Magnifique. 
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Thank you, darling Wanda.
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I love the last line...yes, gardeners are always pulling out the unwanted weeds. Beautiful penning!
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And how ironic? Thank you for the commentry.
jen
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This is wonderful poetry. Definately a classic, timeless write, Jen. Loved the zen-quality and "hummed by all stems"...simply beautiful.
~ Nicolette
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Thank you, Nicolette - this piece felt a little more prim than my usual penning: particularly the (incidental) rhyming that swiveled its way in there.
I appreciate the words deeply.
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