But the worm already knowsActually, the sun,
The scant clouds ( almost designed, well, maybe they are),
The trusty garden fork
The trillion other picturesque things,
(Should I use the word quintessential?)
Precision timed elements shall we say?
The robin, the wriggly garden worms,
The longed for crisp Spring air
The pleasurable effort of turning over heavy garden soil ,
In readiness for vegetable planting...
Does not mask the basic task
Let's just say...
Necessities , I'm doing necessities!
Spreading chicken manure,
Doesn't quite fit the ambience
Strikes me, necessities, generally,
dont get enough kudos.
Cleaning toilets, keeping the washing machine filled
Sitting with a mourner
Listening to memories
Making a meal
But you know,
The ordeal of necessities, reduces the ordeals
Just saying robin, worm, sky, sun, - but you guys already know all this.
If you could write, your lines would be far more poetic, written from the heart, gained by experience.
So, you can't write, so you do you.
You sing, and wriggle and brighten and shine, to make this task a beautiful moment.
(Turns the soil, scatters the pellets, smiles at smug musing knowledge)
Poetry by 1LFD
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Written on 2021-04-10 at 20:08
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