We garden together, He and I,
Uprooting rocks, chiseling Fuchsia,
We,
Argue a lot, and;
Framing roses in gold, morning light or,
Flaming red sunset,
Helps cool raging fires.
Birds join us when we are not too loud,
Sipping iridescent water from clay pots,
Serenading nectar onto rhamphothecae;
We squash fat slugs accidentally,
And bitterness.
♦picture♦ Kevin Truong @TheGayMenProject
-evocative short poetry-
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I really love this, as both a gardener and a poet.
Oh.. Lord.. all the arguing of how the yard’s flowers will grow.. my wife and i.. finally we both just let it go.. and surprisingly with no help from fertilizer or additional water.. the colors against adversity grow more beautiful than ever before.. and that my friend.. seems.. makes human color too.. for those who fight and never give up.. for who they are..:)
A brilliant write, very evocative. really impressed.
Kind regards
Anna :o]
Accidentally or not, metaphorical or not, I like your use of slugs here.
I especially liked the last line plus this image:
“chiseling Fuchsia”
I like the thought of gardening with a loved one. And squashing bitterness. but not slugs….I put out jar caps of beer. the slugs drink the beer, stumble away, and explode. No slimy on the feet but singing as they went. yes, let’s squash all that bitterness. Hate is not a family value….in all kinds of families.
This is gorgeous. Excellent, effective closing:
“We squash fat slugs accidentally,
And bitterness.”
I like the idea of gardening with another. And, well, I wouldn’t mind squashing those fat slug….OR bitterness!
Its nice to bond every once in a while and accidentally “squash bitterness” out of the friendship. Smiles.
Sometimes you need to get rid of those slugs though… the messy part of gardening.
Heh.