How fortunate, dear readers, that you enjoy
all these poems about my garden and my cat.
They are likely to keep right on coming.
My obsessions nowadays are quiet, insular.
All these poems about my garden and my cat
connect me to earthy, practical ways of being.
Otherwise I might fly off, disappear into dreams.
They are likely to keep right on coming,
the dreams and flights – but so are the frangipani,
the red geraniums, my cat's games and her hungers.
My obsessions nowadays are quiet, insular.
After all, I grew up on an island; and I carry quiet
within me, an interior island of words, of poetry.
Linking to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #331
Linking to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #331
I feel I have learned about the trimeric poetry form from a good teacher.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I have learned by practising it this month.
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ReplyDeleteMy pleasure
Keep 'em coming
Now is definitely the time to keep quiet within oneself! And everyday obsessions can help us survive and thrive in an otherwise turbulent world!
ReplyDeletelove the 'interior island of words, of poetry.'...
ReplyDeleteLike that interior island of words... lovely.
ReplyDeleteinterior island of words....wow this sounds so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love how you connect us to your profound thoughts on writing and sharing.. makes me feel a whole lot closer to you💜 Beautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
Oh, to carry the Quiet! "Otherwise I might fly off, disappear into dreams."
ReplyDeleteSo are you saying Rosemary that when John Donne said "No man is an island..." he specifically excluded you or all women? Just asking!
ReplyDeleteDifferent metaphor! I agree with Donne; and since he wrote in times when it was understood that 'man embraces woman', I don't believe he intended to exclude anyone. But the kind of island I'm describing is neither entire of itself nor indistinguishable from the main – rather, a place to retreat to at times, but still within reach.
DeleteI think your garden and cat are gatekeepers to those magical dreams.. all of which i hope will always keep coming
ReplyDeleteAh, that's a good thought, about them being my gatekeepers.
DeleteOtherwise I might fly off,
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Don't do that. Connect to practical ways of being. Yes Rosemary!
Hank
I carry quiet
ReplyDeletewithin me, an interior island of words, of poetry.
and many your words always flow like the ocean tides..
A lovely poem Rosemary and thank you for sharing with us your stories about your garden and your cat
ReplyDeletei'm happy you dropped by my Sunday Standard today
much love...
A garden and a cat, a library, what can you wish for more.
ReplyDeleteI've always found that the simple, everyday things are the most real as well... helping to ground us, and inspire us with poetry.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this poem! The simple joys........"otherwise I might fly off into dreams"......I so know that carrying quiet within ourselves........that "interior island of words, of poetry." Perfection.
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure, dear writer/poet.
ReplyDeleteFew things are as glorious to read as poetry birthed from pure love.
ReplyDeleteA charming piece - I almost expected to come upon the word "magic" somewhere in the lines; though I think, perhaps, it is implied. (That distinctive black hat has always suggested to me, that there must be a cat familiar nearby and a bit of enchantment to be found in that garden.)
ReplyDeleteLoved the phrase "I carry quiet within me". Beautiful!
I so agree, that quiet within gives us the strength to continue our outward activities. There is a prevalent peace within all of your poem. I felt it and thank you,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
This is lovely Rosemary. To me your "obsession" with your garden and your cat are but symbols of your wisdom, your groundedness balanced with the purity of hopeful dreams.
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