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26 Jun, 2008

6 comments

For those who care

Reading blogs so many seem to have come to gardening through loss bereavement or crisis in their lives.This is for you – you are not alone.

We scatter seeds amongst lifes weeds ,in hope that love takes root
Is not forlorn however torn ,to nurture every shoot.

It grows,it flowers through sun and showers it earns a special plot
If chance should take its stem to break, to mourn our wasted lot?

To cup lifes chalice nay filled with malice but peace &love &laughter
These special things are what life brings, now and ever after.

We pass this way with speed and say, I wish I d changed my course
To oft reflect on ones neglect , tis senseless for remorse.

To those we touch and mean so much,our hearts may fill with sorrow
The pain we share with those who care – helps us with tomorrow.

For Bridie.

Comments

Crystaltips

26 Jun, 2008

True ~
loss, bereavement, crisis-
sad, mad, bad times....

...however, these sometimes bring out the best in us, or some special quality that we were totally unaware of previously. It's an awakening of realisation that there's probably a whole lot more to ourselves than we ever imagined.

and when that does happen you open up a whole new world. And what a wonderful world it can be!

Grenville

27 Jun, 2008

Lovely thoughts and words Bonkers.I am passionate that gardening feeds the imagination and soul. It is incredibly therapeutic and 'healing' as well.

Bonkersbon

27 Jun, 2008

Thank you Grenville - a garden is a non judgemental place where we can all be ourselves.Touched when reading some blogs as to how members have over come personal tragedies
through solace in their gardens.Yes Crystal the world can be a beautiful place but boy do we make it hard.Think nature will ever forgive us?

Cluelesskev

28 Jun, 2008

You are nature.
Everything about you is nature.
Everything goes in cycles...the solar system, the planets, the weather systems, the seasons, the day and night.

The seeds sown, the plants grown.
The love felt and lost, that's so close to home.
Every desire felt, every want and need,
Can be brought home, to just that little seed.
We constantly sow, and therefore we reap.
Forgetful sometimes, of how it's cheap.
But don't forget, it's not all good,
and Creation never meant that it should.
We're all little seeds, that turn into plants,
How we turn out, only God grants,
Whatever your lot, regardless of rants,
Don't end up writing poems that are 'pants' !!

I know......I'll get my coat...

Bonkersbon

28 Jun, 2008

Sorry Clueless if I offended your sensibilities. May be pants to you - no poet just trying to empathise . No more attempts I
guess.

Cluelesskev

28 Jun, 2008

You haven't offended anything of mine, especially my sensibilities, as if I had any sense to 'bility' with in the first place !
It's my poems that are pants !!
You got me wrong !!
I started off trying to write a poem, that ended in well...............pants !
I can see now on reflection, how it looks to you !

AAAhhh !
The art of communication is lost on the internet, and it's my fault.
One thing that's missing on the 'net' is expression,tone of voice,meaning, and facial awareness.
Sadly lost in the click of a button.

No, it's not a retort on your entry.
Forgive me if it seemed that way.

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