Sometimes
we see something in the outer world that is the perfect mirror for what is
happening inside of us…
We were wandering through the community gardens
in Helsinki—dozens of beautifully cared for plots with little cottages on each.
I could not help but admire not only the gardens, but also the determination
and care that I knew had gone into them.
It made me think of love.
How it seems as if it should be so simple to tend
to a relationship—to nurture it and give it enough energy and time that it
might flourish. But it doesn’t always work that way. Does it ever work that
way?
The longing to love is simple, but real life can
be very messy, and despite our best intentions, we can often destroy the things
we thought we were caring for. Though a garden can be contained, love cannot.
Painting by John William Waterhouse |
On the Other Side of the Fence
A low fence lined
with wild roses.
Two white chairs
and a round white table.
Scent of a recent
afternoon rain.
Beet greens proud,
crimson veined and tall
and the gooseberries swollen
nearly red.
In this small garden
everything tended.
In me
a longing like that.
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~Community Gardens in Helsinki by the author~ |
Poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer “is a chanteuse of the heart,” says poet Art Goodtimes. She served two terms as the first poet laureate for San Miguel County, Colorado, where she still leads monthly poetry readings, teaches in schools, leads writing workshops and leaves poems written on rocks around the town. Her most recent collection, The Less I Hold, comes out of her poem-a-day practice, which she has been doing for over seven years. Her work has also appeared on A Prairie Home Companion and in O Magazine, on tie-dyed scarves, alleyway fences and in her children’s lunchboxes. Favorite one-word mantra: adjust. Visit her website here for ideas about writing, and to read her daily poems click here.
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Beautiful poetry. Yes. We do long to make order out of the chaos. To experience the Love that is at the source. Well tended colorful orderly calm. And yet there is order when we ride the waves of chaos. There is an opening to the field... the emptiness... the essence.... Love.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. I love the imagery. :)
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