The Conscientious Gardener

Lighthouse Dandelions by Jamie Wyeth 

  

A sea of dandelion starfish

 crawl on blades of green glass

and shine before the crisp silver blade

of the conscientious gardener.

- Gerry, Strummed Words

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The Other Side

Young Woman Picking the Fruit of Knowledge, 1892 by Mary Cassatt

'Neath stirring apple blossoms

I come to find my true self,

The other face of my coin.

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Night Moves

Woman With a Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas 

Night Moves

I am moved by silence and the quiet

night that brings no sleep.

In the shower, water gliding down

  arms and face,

A soft wrap of white around

my waist

prepare me for a feast

where I alone will dine.

A dash of pepper, cumin, oregano,

 rice wine and more

over long strings of transparency,

Noodles that shimmer sensuous

in a cradle of soup.

Refreshed and fed by
the silence of the night,
 After all this, I may sleep.

-Gerry@Strummed Words

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In the Kitchen: Just Havin' Fun

Between Heaven and Hell, 1989 by Jacek Yerka 

Between chaos and inevitable peace
I take eggs and ham for us each
for our Sunday Easter break fast,
A stirring that should not hamper
my making a delicious repast.

The pastoral view on my left
keeps me grounded, while the cleft
of dark clouds from the scorched earth
on my right wonders if it's worth
my frantic search for an inbetween.

I'd rather look through the clear window
than step through that yawning space so near
to my back door. I think I'll have to stay in,
between heaven hell, in my own kitsch in.

-Gerry@Strummed Words

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Facing Forward

Not to be Reproduced, 1937 by the Belgian surrealist René Magritte

I watch myself facing forward,
Turn my back to the past,
Veil my features from those
who watch behind me.

I would not have you peer
unwanted, into face and eyes,
those windows of the soul
misted with a mystery

I will not share.



 -Gerry@Strummed Words

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