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Thoughts While Bending Over In My GardenOh, evil grass,Thoughts While Bending Over In My Garden by =knittingknots
creeping runner by runner
underneath
the landscape fabric,
through the pea gravel,
to mock me
as I bemoan
the need to bend down
scrape the gravel aside
and pull your roots
up and out,
where you snake across the pathways
to infiltrate
my raised beds.
Still,
I bless the gods of the earth
that you are Fescue
and not Bermuda.
A Been Awake 15 Minutes PoemAnother dayA Been Awake 15 Minutes Poem by =knittingknots
and I wake up
wide awake
six hours after I lay down,
coherent enough
to think poetic thoughts
and for some reason
free of most of my daily aches
and contemplate
Anglo-Scots fae folk
running through a story
and wonder
if I should skip a day
reading the news,
when I know that’s a personal lie,
and whether there’s enough coffee
left in the coffee pot
to microwave up a cup,
or if I will have to
grind some more beans.
White MorningSnow fell this morning --White Morning by =knittingknots
the squirrel who eats my peanuts
scoffed at the whiteness.
The sparrows in the cedar
though, they complained quite loudly.
Butterfly Syndrome Butterfly of my mind,Butterfly Syndrome by =knittingknots
flitting here, landing there,
why are you
dancing away
from the one thing
you have a deadline for?
Let me find a net,
or perhaps a cup of coffee
catch you in a jar
snare you with the right music
and put you back to work.
Little, Big, GoneSo brief,Little, Big, Gone by =knittingknots
our little time
against the immensity
of what has gone before,
what will follow,
and yet,
between the hubris
and the greed
and the mindlessness
even you,
o sky,
o sea,
o earth
are touched beyond
our right.
My time,
so short
against deep time,
I will make
no mark that will be remembered
much beyond the lives
of those who knew me,
and yet,
and yet,
each one of us,
a drop of water in the sea of life,
how much impact.
How sad
that we have become a weed.
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