As you pass my meager field
of flower beds
where plastic blossoms grow
I will hoe and water
their pretty, synthetic rows.
And I will bring
my clipping shears
for when the growing is done,
though the flowers may never see,
a moment of real sun.
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I felt a tinge of sadness reading your poem being the gardener I am and thinking about plastic, an imitation versus the real thing.
Plastic flowers...interesting thoughts they spark for me from the botoxed people I see, people portraying an image, seeking perfection, unchanging. Mari's comment reminds me of one of my crazy flamingo captions with Gladys and all her friends being plastic. Then I think about caring, nuturing something that isn't real...just going through the motions like children playing house.
Many different directions I could go but I think most about tending real flowers and the time spent nurturing and facing the challenges of growing. I've seen the difference over the years working with nature's curveballs and how a rainy spring differs from a dry one, how my gardens flourish when my heart and soul are into it, how my hands touch each plant, each flower throughout the course of its seasons and how, in a way, I know each one. Then there was last year, it still grew but something was obviously missing.
What I love most about tending the real ones is you get out of it exactly what you put into it.
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You're a smart cookie, and about the finest commenter I know. Thanks.
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They will go with the plastic flamingoes.
Sometimes feels like that, as real petals are something out of reach and we have to deal with the plastic ones.
I like the rhymes here
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Thanks MGG, Here, have a plastic flower from my synthetic garden.
Good thing about the fake flowers, they come with real sentiments, not fake ones.
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Ah, better the shiny plastic
to catch our eye
than no glowing color at all!
may we all tend to what suits us.....
M-C
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Still trying the daytime thing I see.
I'm not sure what this poem is about, lol I just know it's something about plastic life as compared to a real one, and how I make the best of it, with illusions, fantasy, smoke and mirrors, you name it, as long as I can sell it to myself as "real."...maybe I do know what it is about.
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Reality is as we perceive it.
Selling ourselves on what we have---
step one, perhaps, with being
as happy with it as we can!!1
Spent most of the afternoon
just trying to locate pieces
on which to paint my order.
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Poor you. That would frustrate me, the preparation. I'm a bit impatient that way, I just want to get going. I'm fine when someone else works out the details and then says, "Mayne, go to it!"
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I agree! Takes away the impetus--all tired already!!!!!
The girls at the shop even found some pieces,
and sent along most of the catalogue pages
on which they are found. Took ages to find
some of the really old pages, but I didi.
I could still see the pieces in my mind,
the really old ones, but good to see it on
the page.
This customer, one of the first---WI resort area--
since 1984. Catalogue pages since I started in
late '85. and she won't give them up---always
finds an old favorite. Ah, art lives!
Interesting comparison on this page--
plastic flowers, ceramic flowers, fish,
resctangles and squares....
art is what we name it!
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And I'm naming it "Fred."
Loyal customer! You've been doing those pieces, painting etc for 24 years? Wow, that's cool!
Make a fish, that sounds fun. Bye
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