rerun from a year ago
I love this. It reminds me of the Japanese technique of applying gold in the cracks of pottery - kintsugi. What if we repaired the cracks and flaws in our home by planting herbs in that space?! Seems kind of beautiful.
Nice analogy, thank you Sarah
"My wife had planted an herb garden
in the cracks between the tiles
of the kitchen floor."
This says so much about how you see her ability to create beauty in a difficult circumstance. Just lovely.
Thank you, Ann
Still one of my favorites. Don't ask me why.
Thanks, Ron.
This whole poem made me smile, starting with "a dog's breakfast of frantic clouds."
Thanks, Margaret Ann, it made me smile, too, and your smile makes me smile again
Things may actually be growing from my kitchen floor—but not herbs, that’s for sure! Strange but fun dream!
Unfulfilled Dreams
The world—
Crowded
Of things
I lack.
The space—
Forever
Outside
My reach.
Except
Do I
Really
Need it?
Fulfilling a dream
Can turn into an enemy.
While nothing
Is ours,
Everything
Grows into wildflowers—
The heavens blooming
This secret garden
Inside of us.
I love this. It reminds me of the Japanese technique of applying gold in the cracks of pottery - kintsugi. What if we repaired the cracks and flaws in our home by planting herbs in that space?! Seems kind of beautiful.
Nice analogy, thank you Sarah
"My wife had planted an herb garden
in the cracks between the tiles
of the kitchen floor."
This says so much about how you see her ability to create beauty in a difficult circumstance. Just lovely.
Thank you, Ann
Still one of my favorites. Don't ask me why.
Thanks, Ron.
This whole poem made me smile, starting with "a dog's breakfast of frantic clouds."
Thanks, Margaret Ann, it made me smile, too, and your smile makes me smile again
Things may actually be growing from my kitchen floor—but not herbs, that’s for sure! Strange but fun dream!
Unfulfilled Dreams
The world—
Crowded
Of things
I lack.
The space—
Forever
Outside
My reach.
Except
Do I
Really
Need it?
Fulfilling a dream
Can turn into an enemy.
While nothing
Is ours,
Everything
Grows into wildflowers—
The heavens blooming
This secret garden
Inside of us.