At dVerse Sarah is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about weeds.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Weeds Rule OK?
“A weed is but an unloved flower.” Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Sadness Of Binary Gardens There was a time when I was a more zealous weeder than I am right now. I was full of the doctrines of identification, learning to label and classify, to take the hoe and cut off the roots of community, separating one plant from another, those deemed less worthy to be be incinerated, binned, forgotten. Some weeds are marked as ready to be sprayed or cut down, others are tolerated for a time. Such is the everyday garden of this world where not all plants are equal. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Yes who are we to decide what should survive when we are all struggling. I really liked this poem Paul. It made me think. There is beauty everywhere.
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Ooh, nice comment!
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Agreed
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Could also apply to the human condition.
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Yes, I was sneaking that under the radar so to speak 😉 many thanks Pat.
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A sad allegory, and far too true.
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Thank you Sarah
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Boom–direct hit!
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🙂 many thanks Liz!
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You’re welcome, Paul!
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I love this metaphor
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I thought you’d pick up on that 🙂
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I remember having a problem with this when very young. Then in my teens I spoke with someone who had psychically participated in the death of a rose (painless unless by fire), and later in my thirties had the equally psychic conversation described in my poem “Strawberry Tantrica.”
I understand more now about why human beings have timelessly and universally blessed, specifically, their food ~ and also that weeding, too, may be done in such a state of reverent gratitude as to ease the way for those who do not live to blossom…
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Sigh, beautifully put Ana.
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