Connections: August 18.17

Decluttered, depersonalized,

undecorated, denuded,

stripped, dismantled,

unhabituted.

Ghosts of stuff

in squares and rings

I’m a material girl:

I miss my things.

 

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Connections: August 16.17

Siblings teach us early on

the gentle art of sharing

MOVE OVER! HOG! YOU’RE ON MY HALF!

while Mom eats worms, despairing.

 

Thanks again to the  S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

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Connections: August 15.17

Rejoice with me, dear reader,

and witness victory:

I’ve grown actual tomatoes

I’m chuffed and filled with glee!

When I walk through a nursery

the tomatoes run and hide

they know my reputation

for black-thumbed tomatocide.

An occasional single fruit

a miser’s salad plate

was the most I’ve ever gleaned

or could anticipate.

But, lo, a red ripe miracle

such glories on the vines!

I’ve danced the gardener’s jig

and changed my name to Heinz.

 

 

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Connections: August 14.17

The worm’s-eye view might seem myopic

but my view is filled with the catastrophic

I read the news, flinch and squirm,

and think maybe it’s better to be a worm.

 

 

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Connections: August 13.17

My family’s in the garden

the past grows ever green

my mom is in the phlox

most surely, though unseen

her dad in the tomatoes

my green-thumbed Grandpa Mauck

son of North Carolina

whose hills rolled in his talk

Grandma O’Hern in moss roses

her summer’s tried-and-true

her son, my dad, in marigold

(the only flower he knew!)

the dill for an unknown

its air a bit of mystery

but I know it figures somewhere

in my leafy family history

I don’t come (as they say) from money

I come more from dirt

so it’s good to feel them back

in horticultural concert.

 

 

 

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Connections: August 11.17

Where some might suppose a tedium

the coleus flaunts its own ken:

when you do something well

do it over, then over and over again.

 

 

 

Thanks more to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

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Connections: August 10.17

If clothes make the man

then flowers make the fence

pendant cloisonné

embroidery silk and dense

thus is common serf

disdained low-class chain link

knighted to regal fanfare

of trumpets peachy-pink.

 

 

 

Thanks yet again to the S. W. Berg Photo Archives.

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