Sunday, March 5, 2017

March 5, 2017 The Sunday Whirl #289 -- Sunday's Whirligig -- Poets United Poets Pantry/ No Longer a Farmer



No Longer a Farmer

i no longer pretend to be a farmer      my garden has gone au naturel      now

                                                                                                  it is words i cultivate

i plant ideas           forming and feeling them                    hopefully my harvest 

                                                                                                  will be poems

the endeavor will yield no profit      i study seed catalogs        grammar books

study english syntax            look for missing links                   and metaphors



i have no crystal ball         what is ahead is unknown               i remain right here

have no sense of the future        i eye the debris               accumulated on the portal

the stains from the leaks        run down the temple walls        somethings cannot be 

                                                                                                    changed


the past disappeared in smoke        left no trace                 no track to follow

try to balance what is past            what will come              where i place my feet

look for secure footing                 while making today      out of yesterday's leftovers

we rode the sled down the hill      on the only day it snowed    it all comes back

in bits and pieces                          i swing the bat                       miss the pitch

i have no power to erase mistakes     yesterday is set                  cannot be changed

March 5, 2017











8 comments:

  1. So true...what is ahead is unknown & yesterday cannot be erased. All we have is today....to make what we can from it!

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  2. ...make today out of yesterday's leftovers. Don't we all? And doesn't it sometimes make for very fine todays, a time to be still and listen to the voices of the past. The key seems to me to be to forgive ourselves for what we might have done differently, and realize we did the best we knew how at the time. Your poems always carry special moments!

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  3. Oh I resonate. At this time of life, right now is what is........I really like our harvest being poems......and making today out of yesterday's leftovers. Loved this one, my friend.

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  4. Better to remember the joy and laughter, the love and the touch.

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  5. I love the sense of words as seeds to sow... and I prefer a garden as a piece of nature.

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  6. Yes, the seeds as words... we only have today. I love this one. It resonates with me.

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  7. Such depth and wisdom.. it's true all we have is today..

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  8. i eye the debris accumulated on the portal

    the stains from the leaks run down the temple walls

    These things are truly there, and fertilize the poems you grow, though how we wish to have a little magic to change just a few events for the better. No crystal ball.

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