Horticulture

style inspired by a local caribbean poet, Olive Senior

My gardening time may seem a bit unorthodox.

I have the habit of meddling in my flower garden

(though some call it a grave yard-

I've never seen a grave yard produce life).

 

Now that is clarified for you

I think I'll continue...

 

My gardening times only take place on the darkest of nights.

When only half the moon is peeking from the sky.

(I say only half because between you and I, that moon loves to highlight everybody's business.

 Laughing it up with that one they call Sun who claims that he sends his rays to warn us before hand.)

Such a blasted lie

Never saw one ray to this day

...Or maybe its true.

Maybe he sent them as some joke while I was being lead up the garden path

Everybody knows

Walking up the path

Your trusted leader makes sure you're blindfold

 

Anyway, I garden in the night.

When I know for sure that wind has transformed.

Trading in warm daytime fingers for cold stabbing needles.

Guareenteed to knock the feelings right out of you.

 

No emotions

While I pluck the weeds of broken and failed relationships.

No emotions as I uproot that single rose (before the vines got too tangled)

Between you and I...(I hate them bloodly plants)

Always deceiving

Always seducing

Always making you see red

Red love

Red petals

Red tears

Red blood (and if you're anything like me, after seeing your red blood spilled because of the likes of him... well you'll be seeing RED RAGE).

So when pinning, dont stick it too close to your heart,

(just in case it might decide to stick back)

 

Enough talk.

Back to my gardening

Tilling the soil with my spade (but not of hearts)

A spade of rejuvenation

Preparing the way for my seeds of healing...

Author's Note

the tone and language is mostly local. Ps being lead up the garden path is informal and means to mislead or deceive someone. style inspired by a local caribbean poet, Olive Senior. Hope you get what i was saying.

Reviews

[OT]

lol!! I love your voice in this one ha made me laugh a few times - the "between me and you" interludes were brilliantly done - added a touch of humour that really adds effect in writes like this. More colloquial and prose like - story-like - and you keep us interested throughout! the moon and the sun interaction was well played - the b*****d lie of warning rays as the moon mocks from it's vantage point! garden in the night - though you hate the flowers! Great write!

[brenda]

love this love the imagery in this one !:)

[deeps]

I too agree with Coyote, This is quite the write.

[Becky C Strukamp]

I agree totally with Coyote, your brought us right along beside you, showing us your vision. Excellent poem by an amazing author.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the journey into your garden. The description allow me to come with you.
'Between you and I...(I hate them bloodly plants)
Always deceiving
Always seducing
Always making you see red"
Your words like a soft and tender song telling a tale of a garden and a life. Thank you for your amazing poetry.
Coyote

[FemmeSpookyCorpse]

I really enjoyed this piece! You presented personification with such elegance, that factor alone drew me in! Your word choice is powerful and thought-provoking; and you've done a wonderful job of turning something so ordinary such as gardening into a task to behold! Wonderful job! = ]

-Femme_Gothique (Brittany)