At dVerse Mist is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem describing an object.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Object Poems
“All my hurts my garden spade can heal.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
A Spade Is More Than Itself This is a story maker, a dream builder of futures, of kingdoms and complex lives, weeding out the inconsistent lines of irrelevance and tedium; this is a creator of new things like turning over one's life and planting seeds of posterity, to be remembered among the vines of hope distilled as love; this is my father, my family, my friends, my neighbours and with each thrust a memory comes and grows. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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I love those ending lines ‘with each thrust a memory/comes and grows.’ A spade can do that, and much more besides, as you’ve shown here!
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Thank you Ingrid, you know this same feeling I gather from your response, so thrilled that line meant something for you.
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So well portrays the way the mind wandeers while engaged in a repetitive task. Memories are unearthed right along with overturned soil!
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Absolutely, thank you for sharing that.
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Gardening does provide satisfaction and rewards.
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It sure does.
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A spiritual cultivation that you’ve dug into with a gardener’s skill.
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Yes that other layer, well said Lisa, but you know this stuff well.
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A spade “is a story maker,
a dream builder of futures,
of kingdoms and complex lives” Never thought of it that way, but, yes!
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As I read this lovely poem, my mind drifted back to every one of my farmer ancestors. Wise words that resonate ….
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How lovely Helen, what a rich history you have, thank you for the kind words you offered.
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“memory comes and ‘grows'” Beautiful close, Paul!
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Thank you so much Jay
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You’ve truly honoured the spade with lovely metaphors and it really made me think about how a simple tool breaks the ground for so many dreams.
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As you have honoured my words, thank you for sharing how it impacted you, much appreciated Mish.
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A great poem of represented growth and development.
I loved the idea of love being distilled!
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Thank you for picking up on that Dwight, yes, to really appreciate love.
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You are welcome!
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I really like how you use the spade metaphor in this poem!
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I really find it connects to my past, thank you for honouring that Liz.
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I thought it did. You’re welcome, Paul.
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Paul, planting, either literally or figuratively is a hopeful, forward-looking activity. Planting a tree gives a great deal of satisfaction, as the tree you plant will shelter and inspire those who come after you.
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O yes indeed Cheryl, a true legacy for the living, I sense you feel that very much?
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A great tribute to a humble garden tool; without it, we’d be stuck indeed.
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Thank you for honouring the words indeed.
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🙂
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Drawings can heal me 🙂
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Yes, just to go deeper into what is presented, object or art, amazing, thank you for bringing that up Gerhard.
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“with each thrust a memory
comes and grows.”.. I love this line Paul
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Thank you for sharing how it impacted you Mich 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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✨✨👍😊
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So much the spade can do if wielded by the right person
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Yes to that, it is so much in the moment too, being aware. Thank you Bjorn.
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I feel reverence for this tool as your words bring out a deeper meaning. Turning over one’s life and planting seeds of posterity.
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Yes, that’s it Astrid, the memories we plant.
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Such a beautiful poem
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Appreciated 🙂
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