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.
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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.