A garden planted with tender cares, blooms of love's fragrance shares
Enter in sprawling weeds spreading pernicious cancer like seeds
One by one pulled out of fertile ground leaving roots again to sprout
No herbicide can kill such invaders of overpowering invading will
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Online) - Published: May 11th, 2025 03:30
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There are all sorts of weeds in every type of garden, much like gremlins to machines and mechanical devices, not able to be totally rid off. 🙏🏻🕊
Ay and so is life my friend. Thanks so much for your read and support it is always most valued
As is yours, my friend. You are always welcome and valued 🕊🙏🏻
A clever write that applies to everything, why are the weeds in life more difficult to get rid of then the roses, enjoyed my Sunday read
Ah my wise friend many thanks for the read and more so for the question. Beauty is such an internal judgement associated with what we find rare often ethereal and fragile and as the beauty of youth dies in the wrinkles of character carried by the aged. Appreciate the visit my friend
You are very welcome
I read this as a metaphor for love and or war. Very deep and clever.Enjoyable
Indeed it well is and could be for life and its problems or whatever one likes David I so appreciate your reads and fine comments.
This poem really shows the struggle of trying to keep a garden nice when weeds keep taking over. It makes you feel how hard it is to get rid of the weeds and keep caring for the garden. It’s a strong way to show persistence. Well written!!!
Thank you Salvia for your read and kind words of support they are always most appreciated. Yes life is full of weeds and needs continued care
I like this alot because i felt the rythm change as the chaos insude. thanyou for the poem!
Thank you for your most sensitive reading and understanding it is most appreciated
The poem celebrates the resilience of love and relationships as they face the challenges of destructive forces. It employs the metaphor of a garden to represent the beauty and growth of love, while the weeds symbolize the obstacles that must be overcome to preserve its sanctity.
Thanks Friendship for the read and interpretation it is appreciated. Yes obstacles in life never end and need constant attention
Made me think back on the tiring work of weeding my own gardens or beds. Yet for all the back breaking work, there is the produce, the bloom, the beauty. Unfortunately, one can only admire it for but a moment, then must be back to the work of tending it, lest it be overgrown. Thank You, Soren.
Thanks so much for the read and interpretation. Yes so true the work never ends in the garden of life. I appreciate your words
Many's the time down on my hands and knees pulling up these accursed plants - and they just kept sprouting to no end. Invaders, indeed. A keen gardener/poet wrote this one. Well cultivated, Soren.
Do take care now,
Tony.
Thank you Tony I've been pulling weeds all my life from my father's garden to this day, Weeds of the garden and weeds of life that always creep in. Your words are always most appreciated
Well written, I like the imagery very much.
Thank you so much for your review and most kind words of support.
This, my friend, is both true literally and a brilliant metaphor for the mind. O, it really works well as a metaphor for a number of things. Brilliant. Instant fave. 🌹👏
Thank you so much my friend your words cheer the day and are deeply appreciated.
You are most welcome, my friend.
SB, always the greatest threat to my gardening skills. I hate weeds. I pull them out and squirt in some weed killer, and they still come back with a friend.
Thanks so much for the read and comment it is always appreciated. Too many weeds in this life.
POWERFUL WORK.
Thank you so much Thomas it is most appreciated
We probably need weeds..
So true Lorenz weeds bloom as well and some are quite pretty. Live's weeds make us stronger and have good properties as well. After all it is us that designate them as weeds. Thanks so much for the read and comment.
Wow overwhelming power, how sad that something so innocent could grow so ugly, a superb piece of poetry and metaphor. 🌹
Thank you my friend for your time and read. Your comment insightful yet another aspect of what we deem ugly and out of place removing them merely a disfigurement of nature's face
I’ve met some people like this.😉 Nice write ✍️
John
Thanks John for your read and comment they are most appreciated
Weeds are only plants in the wrong place soren.
Andy
So true Andy and judged to be so by the garden owner who in his own self interest may have narrow vision. Appreciate the read and comment
Such truth in this...
Thank you so much for reading this. I appreciate your support
Soren, you have crafted a deeply meaningful piece that resonates with me. I see it as a message to not let the negative get hold of your mind. I enjoyed reading it and absorbing its message.
Thank you for your astute interpretation of this piece. I deeply appreciate your review and comment.
It is indeed strange how unwanted weeds wield such power, such strength. (Hello ! Four W's here : alliteration kicked in by itself....) They are bent on frustrating us. Whereas good, useful stuff we plant needs care and water, weeds thrive on nothing; they survive even drought or floods. Even when they disappear, they will reappear at some stage, as if by magic. They push out what we planted, what we need. When a plot of land is abandoned, weeds start taking over the place. The vegetable kingdom is amazing. Plants that start small and fragile end up splitting concrete, rocks....
"...the rock that is not split with the long iron crowbar, splits when the roots of a tender shrub enter it." --(Ed) T. B. Krishnaswami : “TEN TAMIL ETHICS.” Madras, India : The South India Saiva Sidhanta Works Publishing Society, 1937. Full acknowledgements are made to the authors, publishers and rights-holders.
Tender-looking leaves weave their way through asphalt and gaps in concrete and come up to see the light of day. Little by little they will end up spitting the harder stuff.
Thank you so much for your read and kind words of encouragement and support they are deeply appreciated
The parable of the tares.
Thank you so much for the read and comment it is most valued and appreciated
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