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tentative steps
across this garden
a weeded jungle
sprouted gremlin-like

walk away through
belladonna overrun
seething poison
auger jaundiced sun  

lick abrasions
tucked in shadows
splints & bandages
mend fresh sorrows




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Reviews

[Soren]

Red as I read this poem I found myself taking tentative steps. Yes your poetry is a well weeded garden and I guess we all feel like gremlins interfer with our muses from time to time. To walk through belladona overrun is intoxicating before it becomes lethal. Even under the scrutiny of the all powerful sun there are shadows to hide in. There we can lick our wounds and heal our sorrows. I loved the line "splints and bandages mend fresh sorrows" Although it was probably intended totally differntly this is what came to me.

[redd Brick Keshner]

The title must have sent the thoughts on a certain direction. But I do like where your reading took you! It is right at the heart of its creative birthing. Thanks Soren.
Freds.

[andrew mitchell]

Some people don’t make the grade and Belladonnas other name is naked ladies. Maybe one has to go through the weeds to get to the flower of your choice.

[Coyote Poetry]

I love to learn new things my dear friend. Belladonna overrun, nightshade overrun. This is my kind of poetry. Made me seek more. Thank you dear friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thanks kindly Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

I want to plant some nightshade. But won't grow in the cold of Michigan. We have a billion dandelions and you are welcome my dear friend.

[redd Brick Keshner]

oh, you might be able to using a pop up greenhouse. I've seen various tropical plants growing indoors as well by the window to catch sunlight and enjoying the regulated temperature.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the recommendation. I don't have a green thumb. I plant the easy things. Like roses.

[Chris Shaw]

A metaphor I believe Freds for escaping a toxic relationship. Never an easy thing to do and healing takes time. Three short stanzas laden with imagery. So much to consider in a short poem. Have a good Tuesday.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Oh, toxic relationships, what to say about them, oh so very much. Glad metaphors are quite useful that way! Thanks Chris.
Freds.

[Lisasview]

Good morning,
I loved the use of metaphors in your writing. At first glance one might think this is about a garden but for me it is not. What is so amazing about good metaphors is that one can decide what the poem is about.... not always what the poet intended... Like my poem Innocence...If my memory serves me correctly Freds, you read that one of mine.
I see you have 177 views and only 2 reviews... So so weird... people are just too lazy to leave a review..
Lisa, now in Spain

[redd Brick Keshner]

Good morning Lisa! And thank you for making that comment about this poem's apparent reception. And more to the point about the way metaphor works! Happy to have this conversation. Cheers, thanks. Freds.

[Lisasview]

Hi Freds, Glad some readers are picking up on the elusive metaphors...
L

[redd Brick Keshner]

Oh yes. I may have laid it on a bit thicker in this one. Much like an overrun garden that obstructs our path to the madding day and the madding crowd, another proverbial jungle of a garden. Thanks ever so kindly Lisa.
Freds.

[Lisasview]

I actually do not think all poets pick up on metaphors, so laying it on thick was not a bad idea. Some I believe read the words on "face value" you know what I mean...
Lisa

[redd Brick Keshner]

Oh yes, Lisa, a very literalist reading usually isn't the best tack when navigating poetry, where face value is more kaleidoscopic, or so the allowance for metaphor is so much greater than other forms of communication. Have an awesome day,
Freds.

[Steven]

Yes! Dude, really feeling this one. "abrasions tucked in shadows." So good.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thanks man!