planting

make my hands deft

these tiny words are hard

like seeds

the tears of ages

what is water enough

loosen your colors

in open fields

let seekers

in blossoms see

beyond what satisfies the bee

Reviews

[Butch Decatoria]

Perfect imagery and metaphor for a beauty (woman or blossom) --great ode for whomever this was written for, wonderful write. Two thumbs up as always...

[Abhra]

Minimalist poetry at its best. The last line is so beautiful "Beyond what satisfies the bee". The flower is the most beautiful part of a plant but what goes on to make the flower is what it is all about. The "work" that the plant puts it for the flower to blossom.

[Ed Hart]

sometimes, when i mull over that line, i'm sure it's not mine...i must have encountered it somewhere along the trails and trials of life...it's simply out of my league...it that's true, i'll just have to live with it...

[barleygirl]

I love the ongoing analogy between planting words & planting seeds. Altho your message is briefly stated, it conjures up a much bigger realm of ideas, as far as what we plant in life. I love the last stanza especially, since bees represent all that is beautiful & industrious, so let that be reflected in the way we plant thru-out our lives.

[Ed Hart]

i like it that you like it...by the by, i tried to polish the four+ acre poem...

[Renée]

Nice thoughts that cause me to ponder.. must be a touch of your lovely summer day wafting in.

[Ed Hart]

the trees often pause in their race toward the sun, to whisper a lullaby

[mayjbird]

This is beautiful. "Make my hands deft" made me feel as if the poem was intended to feel like a prayer. The call for aid was bittersweet.

[Ed Hart]

thank you for visiting...yes, a prayer...yes, bittersweet

[. serah .]

-- beautiful work, Maestro Ed... -- reminds me of how the gift of a language transcends the gift of bee-vision...

[Ed Hart]

thank you serah...'bee-vision' gave me a nice smile

[. serah .]

-- it's a 2-word poem you inspired... and you're very welcome... :)

[h d e rushin]

this one Ed holds onto that Dickinsonean solicitude and attention, without apology, yet with
that same expressed protectiveness. What I mean is that when ever you read Dickinson your
eye wanders to where she interjects that geometry of sound and three dimensionality until you finally give in to that perceptible eagerness. (when we were first introduced to her work, we were children and thought she too was girlish and unfussed). But I digress:

Like dear Emily, we have to think of the poetry writing process, your poetry writing process, with the same solicitous lens. "Planting" then only makes sense to/for those firmly fixed to the earth of poetic
reason. I'm talking too much.........sorry for that.......but this is so good to me.......dana

[Ed Hart]

yes, reading Dickinson is like turning on the lights...fussy smart girl, wasn't a man in three states worthy the comfort of her hand...thank you dana

[SkinlessFrank]

i always marvel at how your words open up vistas into the psyche. They are both sweet and loving, and terrifyingly honest.

[Ed Hart]

thank you, fellow traveler

[Corset]

I love this one from you Mr. Hart, it is easier for some than others to be an open book, your gentle encouragement to unfold ones petals to let one see within, beyond the superficial has the equivalent quality of turning ones soft underbelly to the mouths of wolves, it takes quite a bit of trust even in if not especially in ones poetry, ridicule has a way of withering even the strongest of blooms.

[Ed Hart]

how wonderfully thoughtfully of you, thank you