Grace at dVerse has invited us to write a poem using the literary device – stream of consciousness writing.
“…. and it came harshly to me that this garden was the world and from the world there would be no hiding.” Kathleen Kent
Better Landscapes So then, contrary Mary, just how does your garden grow because if it doesn't then it can't and it mightn't so it won't of all the snails and slaters stacked against a positive outcome yours is the garden of doomed delight that folds into a waste of darkness provoked by the mainstreet philosophers of botanic fright and no amount of haute hort will save it or you for that matter as the slugs of life engulf you, ignoring the trivia of your self-summation, desiring far better landscapes of the heart. ©Paul Vincent Cannon