Disclaimer: Okay, so if you know anything about me or this blog, you know I am NOT a poet. I know nothing about poetry. I admit to rarely understanding most of the poems I read. However, as I contemplated the Sunday Scribblings prompt, pleasure, Hubby mentioned going down to work in the garden. The following, is what appeared inside my head.
Hot sun beating down,
Sweat Dripping from my brow.
Cool rain stays away.
Dry, cracked earth another day.
Pole beans are dying,
Morning glory and weeds are climbing.
A hoe can’t make a dent,
The rototiller blades are bent.
Give it up.
Load the truck.
Dairy Queen is waiting.
21 comments:
Gardening in intense heat is impossible - ice cream sounds much more sensible;-)
Ah, but you do know about poems..pulling weeds..summoning up words..all should be followed by the pleasure of ice cream..Jae
I'm no gardener and I detest this intense heat, but I am a poet who loves ice cream, especially anything that has chocolate in it (lol). I think you made the right decision in the end.
Thanks for sharing.
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I've not been to this blog before, but I do enjoy your other one. Love your cute little poem. I think all of us have poetry inside just waiting to "come out". We just have to write it down. Mickie :)
love ur writeup and ur blog...
Poetry comes from within. Like you, I've had no training in writing poetry, but I like to try it now and then. I write what feels right and what sounds OK when read aloud. I couldn't tell you much about meter and other technical parts of poetry, it's the words I like to play with. I think your poem was good, so keep letting that poetry emerge now and then.
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LOL ... I really really like this one and the rhythm! Great job!
For a non-poet you 'snapped' that one through very nicely - and you came to the right decision in the end.
As you say, there's only one thing for it! Ice cream.
Love it, yes Dairy Queen is always a refreshing place to stop for a cool treat.
Give me an ice cream anyday! I think your poem is wonderful, both descriptive and witty.
Roan, I can SO identify with this! Seems like no matter how much I water, the ground is hard as a rock and there are cracks. City water isn't like God's good rain - which we are getting today and I am so grateful.
God bless, Beth
The 2nd stanza....well, that's HERE in Texas too.
When will the drought and constant inferno end?
I think your poetry is spectacular.
HOT TOWN SUMMER IN THE CITY is my link for Thursday's Themesong.
capital work! kicky beat.
I´ve chosen the same name for my blog.
It´s lovely what serendipity means, isn´t it?
Have a nice weekend
Elisa, Argentina
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Ah, this says it all...funny...
I'm new to you and shall return~~~
who says you're not a poet~~~
You go girl~~~
For the ice cream~
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I love this, perfect ending!
Love the dairy queen part. Sounds like a type of poem I would write. You might want to try writing limericks. It is fun. http://nurseweblog.blogspot.com/search/label/Limerick
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I think you do not give yourself enough credit, a poet you are.B
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