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Monday Poetry Prompt: Garden

This week let’s write a garden poem. This subject is ripe with metaphor. Let this prompt be the seed in the fertile soil of your mind then post the harvest in the comments below.

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.

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19 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Garden

  1. Well, it still not taking it… hopefully this written addition with let it through…

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    My true love is a garden
    My passion for which is clear
    For this I’ll seek no pardon
    For her favors I hold dear

    I till her with my labor
    Into warm humus I sow
    Her sweetness which I savor
    Comes so very soon I know

    I lay upon her bosom
    On dark nights we watch the sky
    Together gather wisdom
    Answers to the question, why

    And when it turns October
    Her young beauty brown and old
    Her life to me, surrenders
    Frost and the harvest so cold

    All winter I’ll dream of her body
    Her fragrance still fresh in my mind
    On a path to the ultimate samadhi
    To summer, to life and the sublime

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    Posted by Chris Clarke | June 3, 2022, 7:59 PM
  2. Um… did my poem make it? It saying “duplicate” but I’m not seeing it

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    Posted by Chris Clarke | June 3, 2022, 2:49 PM
    • I don’t see a poem from you for this “Garden” prompt. You posted a lovely poem to this month’s musical prompt, if that’s the one you’re referring to.

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      Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 3, 2022, 5:38 PM
      • Guerdon

        I found a guerdon for my garden,
        that I worked on all spring,

        Through drought I brought
        silver water to soak the curling roots,

        One hour everyday I stomped
        and danced for rain.

        Then anyone could see
        how it bloomed for me.

        As the season turned to Autumn
        sneezing through pollen,

        I felt the fall from Eden
        when gardens were not enough,

        Twirling swords, red hot,
        pointed to lessons learned on leaving,

        The fluid truth of blooming,
        fading, and re-seeding;

        The Fall, gift disguised,
        earth-bound sleep before re-birth.

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        Posted by ts19page | June 3, 2022, 6:22 PM
      • Lovely. I’d never seen the word “Guerdon” before so thanks for sharing that. I especially liked the second stanza for the “silver water” and the “drought” / “brought” fun. English is such a crazy language.

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        Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 3, 2022, 7:07 PM
  3. Question to the group…

    In music there is the concept of a triplet: Three notes with the value of one beat. What is the analogous version in poetry? When I try to write an ordered, rhyming poem, I always find it breaks down in to more lyric free verse… where the exact syllables do not count properly, but when spoken aloud flow neatly…

    I’m thinking I’m employing some form of “triplets” in them.

    Just curious to hear other thoughts…

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    Posted by Chris Clarke | June 3, 2022, 2:45 PM
  4. Garden and I

    I have not been well
    there have been cracks and swells
    the fire ants walk their path
    across and under my skin
    It is a decade past the four
    that I was meant to have fun
    Flowers are not my thing now
    I contemplate upon the stems,
    the roots that hold my garden
    as the fleeting florals die
    Spring is well-past
    hot flashes of summer rejoice
    and yet there is a resilience
    that the garden wields
    I am happy in all of this
    as content as my garden feels

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    Posted by utopicdystopian | May 23, 2022, 11:04 PM
  5. Flowers beaten by rain
    Veggies eaten by rabbits
    Sell the land
    Move to the city
    Make friends with florist and green grocer

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by JeanMarie | May 23, 2022, 4:17 PM

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