
“Flowers Grave Three” by Robert Hacunda
sunflower soldiers
sense defeat is upon them
give up the garden
(originally posted October 2013)
“Flowers Grave Three” by Robert Hacunda
sunflower soldiers
sense defeat is upon them
give up the garden
(originally posted October 2013)
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heads held high and haughty
day lilies flaunting bright orange
mortify greenery
“Abstract Flowers” by Doris Wood
words are as flowers
in some cases weeds
that populate gardens
with readable colors
each bed set and ready
for blooming a poem
en-nourished by verses
who stood their time
sweetening summer and
autumn with lyrical
blossoms predestined
to die come the winter
and give of themselves
turned-under enriching
the slow-to-warm soil
with nutrient metaphor
coaxed by the muse gods
commanding the syntax
of sunshine and rain to a
rhythm reborn in new
landscape of language a
horticult redux of literate
feast for the eyes who
incline toward the spring
“Deer in a Monastery Garden” by Franz Marc
deer stalk my plantings
sly ruminant gardeners
listening for growth
countless seasons of labor
add up to auxiliary life
existential employment
at heave and at carry
of natural materials
congruous substances
man and his earthly environs
in congress enhancing
both each and the other
experience bettered by sweat
of keen toil and soil become
the more beautiful fruited
and flowering into the future
beyond the earned rustic
repose of the elegant barrow
retired in long slow organic
delay of decay into elements
all at once poignant and stately
deer seem to prefer
my sweet gardens
to exclusion of
foraging wild
far be it from me
to complain
of their visits
for clearly they’ve
nicely been cultured
so graceful expressive
and downright polite
are these ruminant
woodland arbiters
having sharp sense
of good taste
tiny estate
soil sovereign
ripened by
glacial
millennia
loamy milieu
here to hand
wanting thirsty
new plantings
new seed
and new sun
all the colors
of earth ever
seen remain
cherished
in eras of
memory
eager to
burst with
explosive
emotions of
blossoms
and leaves
more than
ready to love
even weeds
even men
in their dotage
on knees
filling hands
with the dirt
and decay
the rich
detritus
time has
invested with
powers to
bring forth
new life
from the old
Writer Lynne Sargent
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