A garden poem for Thursday
Where I'm Planted
Here I am rooted in good soil
Others rooted in wet or pots
You might say wrong side of the tracks
Richer digging builds character
Search for food deep down makes me tough
My waist is at water level
I drink in the rains of knowledge
Head shoulders arms are raised up high
I search the skies but kiss the ground
Here I'm placed happy with no choice
- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
- Pictures are 'PrintScreen' copies from Margaret's post, linked below
- I'm linked with Margaret in the Imaginary Garden at https://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/07/artistic-interpretations-with-margaret.html?m=1
- Margaret wrote, "My dear friend and gifted artist, Toril Fisher, has once again generously offered to allow us to use her paintings for our poetic endeavors. (We are to) ... credit her as the artist. She has a Facebook page "Toril Fisher Fine Art". She can also be found on Instagram under ( @torilart) Toril Fisher. She sells her artwork at numerous art fairs in the summer. I own a number of her paintings..."
Labels: art, Artistic Interpretations, Jim's Life, Personal Challenge 2018, Poem, Real Toads
posted by Jim @ 7/12/2018 02:20:00 PM
10 comments
10 Comments:
one can't outrun one's roots - they are shadows that are of our skins, but of course, one can wander and see beyond the surface ... and know, even in the crappiest of spaces, places, people can and do change ....
I search the skies but kiss the ground
Here I'm placed happy with no choice
Some are privileged and blessed with good intentions. Good comes back to those who do good. It works that way apparently Dr Jim!
Hank
I love this, Jim. A fine place to be!
A lovely earthy extended metaphor, Jim, honest and grounded. I love the lines:
'Head shoulders arms are raised up high
I search the skies but kiss the ground
Here I'm placed happy with no choice'.
happy with no choice... wow, such a contradiction one would imagine..yet those beets do seem happy!!!
"I search the skies but kiss the ground" - great line!
Yes, we all find ourselves "somewhere." Maybe on the plains, the mountains, the valleys or deep underground. Nice write.
I nodded when I read -drinking in the rains of knowledge. A thoughtful write.
We all have our roots. The ending of your poem made me think of Harvey for some reason.
It's obvious you love the land and have lived on the land...
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