Tag Archives: transformation

My Bountiful Messy Garden

an attraction to change plants seeds

the crack in a stone wall

the slip of light through a rusted key hole

the fragmented reflection in a broken mirror

the view beyond the window’s ledge

the transformation of summer spaces

what if

the grass on the front lawn retired

got buried with a gratitude farewell

wheelbarrows of soil laid the last blades to rest

curious pink worms explored cool dark mounds

beetles burrowed in and built new villages

a new lumpier landscape slowly emerged

yarrow and lavender and white sage

ferns and daisies and sunflowers

a dogwood a fig an apple a peach tree

a garden of leaves and possibilities

bees hummed and butterflies lingered

deer feasted when the red chair lay unoccupied

left behind their delicate hoof prints as thanks

colours and shapes spread out and grew tall

in the shade before sunrise I find my true place

sit still

in quiet voice read verses aloud

breathing deep and humming

one of so many tenants alive and thriving

in this bountiful messy garden🪶

Mind in a Suitcase

thoughts get lost in a lost overfull suitcase

keys in a pocket get lost separately

treasures of memories sewn deep

in silver lining soaking now in a dark salty sea

maybe the seal will have to succumb

all your collectable colours be displayed

dolphins and whales and sea urchin

explorers will all take a part of you away

give no quarter to thoughts of rescue

gone is gone for ever in the drink

what was once becomes eventually

withered remains or a part of an unexpected

imagined or hopeful and though unseen

something shining brilliant and new🪶

Opening the Cage

Someone stirs Poet

imagining her a steamy soup made from river water

He only need stir and wait stir and wait

Boiling sends germs skyward

or so Someone has come to believe

Chains without locks unsteady his focus

but the jingling is comforting, a burden endured willingly for the prize

Red-winged blackbird alights in the hemlock’s shade

his song urging shuffling, then a reluctant stumble of a dance step

Oh distraction! Someone sways in reverie

disturbing the balance of malcontent

Poet escapes while Someone shakes a wooden spoon

that is not a spoon but a rattle with a song

Someone lifts a heavy head of grey anger

resisting the fragility of whispering clouds

Not yet has awareness opened wide enough

to notice Poet has taken the chains

Not yet Someone notices new lightness

Possibility in steps