My Unfinished Poems of June
Pansies in my garden,
pale/spindly/forlorn
beneath dahlias’ shade.
Into the compost bin
I send them,
faintly blooming,
dark soil clinging to their roots.
Pansies in my garden,
pale/spindly/forlorn
beneath dahlias’ shade.
Into the compost bin
I send them,
faintly blooming,
dark soil clinging to their roots.
Glad you snatched this one out of the compost bin, Pauletta. It’s delicious.
Btw, it was great to have you on Kentucky Writers Roundtable. Jay & Linda & I enjoyed you tremendously.
Thanks, Kevin. I loved talking to you guys!
Oh Pauletta – how could you? Pansies are my favorites 😉
They don’t last the summer!
Marvelous and clever! I am inspired to revisit my failed poems of June now.
Not unfinished, but failed. Do I dare?
You nailed it! This poem is my June journal 🙂
Thank you for sharing it.
…the cycle of the garden:
life, death, compost heap, life, etc.
Thanks for this poem.
Like Nancy, pansies are my favorites, too, but you depict them well in summer’s heat.