While weeding my garden

The way they weave and weed
their words around
conspiring, eating truth.

Does it matter only how
a lie is told?
Can we only paint the world
in black?
Have you noticed that the shade
has colors too?

Our gardens bloom in purple
but we search for moss,
We roundup life for hybrid roses
lacking scent.
Is that the sense of gardens? No.

They told us that it’s
either yes or no, a simple matter
just a choice.
But I prefer to let the
dandelions bloom.

Dandelions by Isaac Levitan

Dandelions by Isaac Levitan

Rommy inspires us to think about weeds in our poetry for toads. I thought about lies and truths, conspiracy and contrast, and came to the conclusion that we should let some weeds be.

June 30, 2016

20 responses to “While weeding my garden

  1. This is one of my favorites of yours. Excellent piece. I especially like the opening and closing.

  2. We should let some be and I take your well made point but, when clearing the ground for our allotment I did come to the conclusion that without gardeners and farmers we’d all be living on blackberry tart and nettle pie.

  3. The way they weave and weed
    their words around
    conspiring, eating truth.
    Does it matter only how
    a lie is told? – great lines, especially concerning how we lies are told…a lie is a lie?

  4. I would dance merrily in a world and mind where dandelions bloom… as wanted as other blossoms. I close my eyes and imagine… a world full of wishes. Yes, I really adore the last stanza. 🙂

  5. I’m in with love the cleverness of this. I think it’s a favorite of mine too. Yes, I’m all for letting some weeds grow.

  6. Nice, Bjorn. I was surprised at your ending, I often don’t call the dandelion a weed, they are so pretty. Especially a lot of them together in a vacant field. But the single, struggling against oblivion is also has a beauty of its own.
    ..

  7. Couldn’t agree with this poem more–you touch on so many important things, lightly and surely. I hate hybrid tea roses, except for a very few, and all mine are shrubby and wild–never sickly, always blooming, as your words are here.

  8. I quite agree that we should let some weeds be exactly as they are, where they are. Difference makes them beautiful like wildflowers — which could easily be said of people too. Thanks for sharing!

  9. Can we only paint the world in black?
    Have you noticed that the shade
    has colors too?

    One is bombarded by tales of beauty instigated by the big companies all vying to push their products. They can be fertilizers, weed-killers or what have you all cleverly twisted around. Very true Bjorn!

    Hank

  10. I wonder if I’m projecting. These weeds, are they your firmament -*friends* family, your cast off stars? Sometimes I smother and mulch the stranglers. Cry permaculture. Yet concurrently in a raised bed ignore the wild growth – a need to be soiled? Besides aren’t dandelions nutricious?

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