I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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22 August 2017

My Garden Gnomes













They carry garden tools
but live in the house.

They have a job to do
and it’s not gardening.
They are my Finder Gnomes.

‘Silly,’ says my friend. ‘They 
aren’t alive. It’s your angels.’ 

All I know is, when I lose 
anything, I ask them.
Then it turns up.


Written for 'The Truth About Gnomes' at Poems of Garden Gnomes. 
Also shared with Poets United's Poetry Pantry #368

27 comments:

  1. I love it. I might need one of those guys to find my mind, some days! LOL.

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  2. I do too. Age has it's privileges.

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  3. I need these Finder Gnomes to keep track of my glasses and car keys. Smiles!

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  4. I am wishing like Sherry too :) A lovely, lovely poem Rosemary.

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  5. So agree with Sherry... need a mind finder gnome!!!!

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  6. So I guess I need these gnomes to find me a job. Love this one, Rosemary

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    1. Or you could ask your angels directly. I'm told we all have a personal team of them. Couldn't hurt!

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  7. Think I need one of your gnomes too. I really enjoyed you poem, quite up-lifting

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  8. Such a delightful poem, Rosemary!💖 I must have one of those adorable gnomes too!💖

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  9. We all need to be childlike in our actions and our beliefs we enjoy ourselves more this way.

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  10. You made me smile. A delight!

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  11. Smiling! We all need finders. Mine is my downstair's neighbor. I call her if I am desperate, and she performs magic.

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  12. OK , have a happy Sunday Rosemary

    much love...

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  13. I love the way you (I think) pull out the "know me" inside of "gnome."

    What you did in the last stanza was very clever.

    ~Shawna

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  14. Get them micro chipped...the gnome thieves are about:)

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  15. What a whimsical, wonderful way to start my Sunday, Rosemary. I may need a gnome-finder one of these days!

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  16. Yes, I agree with indybev's comment.. a whimsical wonderful way to start the day... DelightFULL!!!

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  17. Oh I think I need a gnome like that... cute.

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  18. I am the finder gnome in our little community...I love these gnomes that live inside your house and find things for you!

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  19. I need a couple of those helpers in my place! What a fun little poem to make me smile today.

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  20. Ok then I need a couple of them :-) Cute!
    ZQ

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  21. A fun read! Actually, you might be on to something. A whimsical little 'pause' in your hunt for something lost, may just be the thing to conjure forth a wisp of recall as to where you last saw it.

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  22. Perspective is a glorious thing, isn't it? I'm sure their tools are magical compasses.

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  23. they look mischievous enough to have hidden then in the first place - thanks for the smiles

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  24. Angels exist in many forms. I'm no longer Catholic, but have maintained the idea of many Saints. When I lose something I pray to Saint Anthony. He (the energy he represents) never lets me down.

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