Sunday, January 18, 2015

SEED SHARING DAY AT THE LOCAL COOP MARKET



I listened to the gardeners.
Their enthusiastic voices rising joyously,
a hymn lacking all dogma or faith
except in the generosity of earth. 

They exchanged triumphs and failures, 
what they grew, what died 
in spite of their tender cultivation.
They shared precious seeds, 
tiny emblems of bread sustaining life.

I'm not a gardener.  I watched,
as I envied their bond, the way a loner might wish 
to get the benefits of camaraderie, 
without the responsibility of friendship.  

Yet, I know we're all gardeners in some way.
And, what we plant often blossoms.






16 comments:

  1. So true, Myrna. We are all gardeners in our own way. Really sometimes I love the fact that we all 'garden' poetry and share it with one another. We share poetry as they share seeds, and there is joy and camaraderie in what we all share!

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  2. i think in many ways gardeners are close to the almighty in one way, they are always putting their hands to the earth and joining in creation...i do envy them though as well...for the community they have found/created...a group of people joining together in a common love...its a beautiful thing...when it happens.

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  3. I love how people with a passion are ready to share what little they have, whether they are gardeners or poets. It seems that the more passion, the greater the generosity.

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  4. Beautiful. True gardeners get so excited at this time of year, getting ready for the cycle to repeat itself again. And I am certain that what you plant blossoms!

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  5. I love the metaphor in this ~ yes, we are all gardeners in a way and can plant all kinds of seeds that will blossom into beautiful things :)

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  6. The metaphorical blossoms which you produce often last longer than those that my gardening self can nurture. And propagates more beauty as well.

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  7. I so enjoyed this observation...and related to the speaker's experience. Very cool piece, Myrna.

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  8. we are all gardeners in one or the other way.. that is so true..
    i like how you describe them, the closeness that comes when you have common interests... would've loved to listen to them for a bit

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  9. Such passion in that sharing - maybe poets are gardeners of words in reality - truly let them bloom

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  10. Oh Myrna I loved this and I am a gardener...so much to digest as your words resonate on so many levels....thank you for this great poem from my gardener's heart!

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  11. We too, words' gardeners for sure, our 'seeds' make difference in hearts, when used with passion. Powerful poem.

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  12. So visual - this gathering of gardeners and I love the way you delve into the emotion of the writer.

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  13. Even our amateurish efforts are sufficient for us to understand that bond with creation
    gardening is.

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  14. Yes indeed! Maybe we are gardeners of words...beautiful and wise poem Myrna

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  15. I love that generosity of spirit & that must be some bond ~ Not only among gardeners but also to nature ~ Beautiful share Myrna ~

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  16. Lovely closing lines...
    Speaks volumes!

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