So beautiful, Dick. My grandma loved her little patch of hollyhocks by the sunny line where she hung clothes out to dry in the summer time.
Your prompt is fun. Here is a very strange little poem from my drafts pile. I was playing with making up words. It's about the first two humans, innocent and playing in their garden.
Aw that's a really lovely memory of your grandma. Also - ohh love that Ann - what a marvellous quatrain - and made-up terms like "tumble-fell" and "laughterripple" are just wonderful - there's a real innocence to them. Thank you so much for sharing it 🖤
So beautiful, Dick. My grandma loved her little patch of hollyhocks by the sunny line where she hung clothes out to dry in the summer time.
Your prompt is fun. Here is a very strange little poem from my drafts pile. I was playing with making up words. It's about the first two humans, innocent and playing in their garden.
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in a garden when sky was new-born
we tumble-fell in grasssleep
i knew you then in bramblethorn
your laughterripple dream-keep
Aw that's a really lovely memory of your grandma. Also - ohh love that Ann - what a marvellous quatrain - and made-up terms like "tumble-fell" and "laughterripple" are just wonderful - there's a real innocence to them. Thank you so much for sharing it 🖤
Grandmothers and their gardens . . . I wish I could stop by my grandma's house like I used to and help her weed/plant/water.
gladiola begonia marigold
grandmother’s garden bright with colors bold
careful tending, years of her love and hours
nurturing our memories and flowers
Same Kerry 🖤 I love your quatrain - such a wonderful sense of sound.
To the Garden
Yield your scent, become the breath I breathe.
As daylight fades, you are the hush I leave.
Aw beautiful Paul! Thank you so much 🖤
Thank you, Dick. Not quite as good as Swartz, but it’s a try,
Aw I dunno - certainly tickled me, especially as someone who is in a new relationship 🖤
Somehow “quite” became “equity” in my response to you, Dick. New relationship? Well done, lad!
Haha. Aw cheers Paul. Appreciate it 🖤
So many gardens, so many memories... So much love. Your poem is beautiful, Dick! 💛
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I remember
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not a garden, but a narrow patch of land
where lilacs bloomed and pansies thrived
where once an owlet solemnly died
and buried by mama’s loving hand
I love these haiku about your nana. So precious.
Aw thanks LeeAnn - means a lot 🖤
Beautiful poems about your Nana!
Aw cheers Jeffrey! Really appreciate you saying so 🖤
You lovingly remember your nana as I do my grandma and hope my grandchildren remember me!
Aww yeah - it's always the hope huh 🖤
What a gorgeous tribute to your Nana. The repeated line in italics is so effective.
I'm not much of a gardener, but here goes...
On returning from holidays in France
The rose bush has flowered in our absence
Yellow petals already shrivelled & parched
Kneehigh buttercups are mowed & spat out