'The rosemary bush lies cold and rotting in its own bed. We cannot all survive everything, I say, I say - it’s hard to understand all this being necessary. The still-damp grass is flattened by our demands'
The allegory to life that can be understood through gardening, all that wisdom.
My 86 year old mother is still an amazing gardener, it's her gift as well as loving her children, and I've wondered lately is my writing a different slant on the same energy.
The 'Instructions for Heading West' poem from Joy is divine. I rewrote a poem from last year for equinox. Here it is.
The Sullivan's poem you shared hooked me up. I am in for the book club, albeit with an epub :(
Oh I can’t wait to chat about it with you xx
Your poem is lovely. I feel like prose poems let the reader take their time climbing into a story.
I've got "Instructions for Traveling West" and have also dipped in and out, but haven't finished it. I'm hoping to join you all for this one.
Hi Nelly, your prose poem was lovely to read.
'The day hesitates between dark and light' .
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'The rosemary bush lies cold and rotting in its own bed. We cannot all survive everything, I say, I say - it’s hard to understand all this being necessary. The still-damp grass is flattened by our demands'
The allegory to life that can be understood through gardening, all that wisdom.
My 86 year old mother is still an amazing gardener, it's her gift as well as loving her children, and I've wondered lately is my writing a different slant on the same energy.
The 'Instructions for Heading West' poem from Joy is divine. I rewrote a poem from last year for equinox. Here it is.
https://theseainme.substack.com/p/spring-equinox?r=46rss
I love this book.
Loved the prose poem, Nelly 💚🌿