He looks carefully,
Tenderly,
At small new shoots.
He observes their frail stalks
As they blithely emerge from the dark earth.
The rough ground of his face
And unruly fronds of his eyebrows
Betray the days and years and decades
Gleaning and gathering what he knows.
He considers how best to help
These fragile newcomers
As they take their place in our dangerous world.
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Author:
Morwenna (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I am still working on this so suggestions and criticisms welcome. The picture is a photo of a photo by Robbie Lawrence.
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I have a friend (much older than me) who is successful with everything he grows where as I fail more often than succeed. Jealousy got the better of me one day so I left him a note.
It may give you some ideas. Or just make you smile.
Jim's lament
They say he had green fingers.
A gentleman known as Jim.
Then he met a giant
who tore him limb from limb.
Oddly, this man is called Jim too.
I love this as it is. Would not change anything. "The Old Gardener" has a wealth of knowledge about plants and flowers, " gleaning and gathering what he knows." He is a wise man. - Phil A.
P.S. - If you wish to have the "new shoots" serve as allegory for children then you would need to change the "dark earth" line. Perhaps "Womb of the Earth" or some such.
Life is full of coincidence.
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