Sunday, November 6, 2016

Time Wave













Here, rain falls
Where form fills a
Pull of potential.
Rain falls on what
Will be because
Rain fell.
Life, shrunken nearly
To nothing, soaks, sprouts,
Stretches, ages.

Old bark ridges,
Cuts of other seasons--
Things in soil and reason
Endure between bricks,
Logs --snails, worms, sowbugs.
Treefrogs clutched
In a broken cup

Don't care what time
It is here and,
To a gardener, being
A year --or a million--
Arrears is about
Like caught up.

14 comments:

  1. I liked this one a great deal Geo! To me it describes the Buddhist idea of eternity always being now. A wonderful poem my friend.

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    1. Thank you. I wrote the 1st draft many years ago and prune it every few years.

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  2. It is good to see plants revived during and after a good rain.

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    1. Yes, you can feel the happiness after rain, and the garden smells like a spice cupboard.

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  3. I'm glad you are getting some rain, Geo. And I especially like this: "Life, shrunken nearly to nothing, soaks, sprouts, stretches, ages" - I can feel the plants' relief.

    So, who is responsible for the lovely whimsy in your garden - Norma, you, or both? It's wonderful.

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    1. Kind Jenny, Norma paints things and sets them out with plants in them. My services are requested when something needs improving with a chainsaw.

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  4. To near rain is a heavenly sound. No garden here, but plants I love.

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    1. The sound of rain is decidedly heavenly. But you ARE in a garden, Susan. It is round and orbits the sun.

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  5. What a lovely sight to behold. It must be a marvelous place to watch the stretching that follows the blessed rain. Joy seems to dwell there.

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    1. Tom, I'll pass your compliment on to Norma --the real garden designer here. Since retirement, I just enjoy her horticultural effects and, lately, the post-rain petrichor.

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    1. Indeed, and a very necessary illusion.

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  7. Time is a metaphor, and it is also a measurement. It has been two weeks since your last post. This is a drought.

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    1. Agreed, but sometimes droughts are unavoidable. Working on it.

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