I would say that
Gardening is meant to
Feed the soul
But have you seen
The price of onions?
Rich in metaphors. Rich in onions.
You would think that I couldn’t find multiple ways to use onions as metaphors. You would be wrong.
For more metaphorical and practical plants, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.
The woman didn’t plant the sunflowers the second year
The first year
she had tilled and let them settle and
in the fall
the birds came
and
as the weather worsened
the birds tore through the seeds
and spit out the pieces
to rise the next spring
in the fallow field
The moral of the story
of course
being that
Birds in bad weather will hock together.
…
…
(I’m not ashamed.)
Well, maybe I’m a little ashamed.
Sometimes you just have to commit puns. I make no excuses.
For more terrible puns, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.
If you must set off fireworks
for six straight hours
(and make me ask existential questions
about how you have the income
of a small country)
I will take a moment
to appreciate
The moon
austere
and incapable
of hearing
I dream of space, beautiful and blessedly quiet
Always take the opportunity to admire beauty amongst the frustration.
For more neighbours, frustrating and otherwise, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.
There were people and then there weren’t
The land a stripped wound
Left by their passage
Some things return and
Some things don’t
We still grow
We breathe
In the sun
The taste of
Joy
Joy is brilliant and fiercely fought
Damage is not destroyed but incorporated into the life that follows.
For more joy and growth from damage, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.
Cat Amesbury 