Zoe's Garden


from the ABC set Silver Spun Sand Poems

“Only outside she can put off the course
of her disease...She’ll halt a little
in her garden while a mood of peace
so fills her...”
‘Her Garden’ Elizabeth Jennings

A sense of need sends her
planting, pruning,
hoeing in between
her new-sown gyp
and love-lies-bleeding.

Her hands shake more
of late, and bending down –
a painful process, but,
somehow, she kneels,
parts the darkling earth –
lets the soil trickle
through her fingers.

Beneath a canopy of green
she leans against a rake –
breathes deep, takes
such things as can be gleaned
from fallen leaves.

It starts to rain; warm inside
she sips her tea – looks out
the window...knowing, already
her tiny seeds, have begun
their journey to the light.

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Comments

darkenwolf | August 13, 2010 - 10:23

There's something very theraputic about working with the soil. as a gardener without a garden anymore i like it. ;)

Silver Spun Sand | August 13, 2010 - 11:07

Thanks, darkenwolf. How right you are;-)

Tina

Nathan Bednarek | August 13, 2010 - 13:19

Just reading this poem is in its own way therapeutic ;-) Another gem, dear Tina, it seems you have built up a little treasure trove on this website ;-D

Well done as always!

Nathan x

Silver Spun Sand | August 13, 2010 - 13:43

Hi there Nathan! It has made my Friday afternoon - hearing from you;-)

Thanks so much for reading this one, glad you enjoyed, and I trust life is treating you kindly.

Tina x

Nathan Bednarek | August 13, 2010 - 14:24

Oh Tina, I cannot even put in words how happy I am. Though physically tired from the amount of work I do, I am truly satisfied with what it is that I am trying to achieve in my life. Unfortunately, I think most people in this world feel their lives are incomplete and meaningless despite their hard work, so I feel extremely lucky that such feelings simply don't exist within me. Soon I shall be posting some of my work as I have many ideas that I stored up over the last few months ;-)

Lots of love,

Nathan xox

Cavalcaderl | August 13, 2010 - 14:50

New Silver-Spun-Sand
Well deserved Cherry!
Wondered where you were.
I can't say much mroe, tha what
other's already said only really beautiful.
Well it's the way you do it.
Stanza I like is:
A Sense of need sends her
Planting,pruning
hoeing in between
her new-spwn gyp
and love-lie-bleeding.
just seen in paper Lily
given as thankyou their Cat died.
Looked dictioanry states Belladonna family has
poison, I know you I think.
Very interseting? Cta's sniff all.
Have a good wek-end, gone visiting
hope your well.
julie xx

Cavalcaderl | August 13, 2010 - 14:51

New Nathan
Hurry, and pu your stored up work on.
julie x

Silver Spun Sand | August 13, 2010 - 15:09

Hey, Nathan - I am really pleased to hear your more than positive reply, and as Julie says, we are looking forward to reading those postings of yours;-)

Tina xox

Silver Spun Sand | August 13, 2010 - 15:11

Hi there, Julie. My thanks to you for reading, and am so pleased you enjoyed;-)

Tina xx

MistakenMagic | August 13, 2010 - 18:41

Such beautiful images, Tina - especially in that first stanza! You paint an intricate and vibrant picture and I agree with everyone that reading this poem is a wonderful sort of therapy. Well done on the well-deserved cherry ;)

Magic xxx

skinner_jennifer | August 13, 2010 - 19:53

Hi Silver Spun Sand,
just wanted to say what a beautiful poem.
Congratulations on the cherry. Very well deserved.
Jenny.

kheldar | August 13, 2010 - 20:01

Hi Tina, a beautiful poem that works on more than one level.

"A sense of need sends her..." Six words that so encapsulate the frustration felt by those who daily face pyhsical or mental obstacles.

"knowing, already
her tiny seeds, have begun
their journey to the light,"

To me this encapsulates not only the actual task she carried out but also the growth in her sense of wellbeing at having overcome her frustrations.

A well deserved cherry for a well-written, beautifully constructed, genuinely uplifting poem.

David xxx :--) (plus one extra x)

Silver Spun Sand | August 13, 2010 - 20:55

Thank you so very much, David;-)

Your understanding and analysis of this poem was spot on and exactly the picture I was aiming to portray.

I know, only too well, those frustrations of which you speak and my mind goes back to Helen Keller's words, 'I cannot do everything, but still I can do
something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something I can do.'

Have a peaceful weekend, and once again, many thanks.

Tina xxxx;-)

shoe | August 14, 2010 - 08:20

It's all been said, and rightly so, my favourite is the penultimate stanza, and the hope at the end just sparkles.:}

Silver Spun Sand | August 14, 2010 - 09:35

Shirley - thank you. You picked my favourite stanza too;-)

Hope you have a good weekend.

Tina

Beeme | August 16, 2010 - 10:07

Its all been said. A truly beautiful poem. I really like the therapeutic nature of gardening, it works for my nan. Somehow despite her aches and pains she manages to garden almost everyday. I think the last stanza is my favourite, it's so hopeful. Well done on the cherry, richly deserved.

Beeme xx

Silver Spun Sand | August 17, 2010 - 10:43

Thank you, Beeme.

Yes, the garden works very well with me and indeed my husband. It also was a great source of strength for my late daughter, bless her.

Tina xx

Kahdai | August 30, 2010 - 21:05

Hei Tina dear, I see I have a lot to catch up in your writing! I especially lked this one, close to my understanding, the stubborness of doing things you apparently cant and gardening is one thing to get you up and do it and then think shouldt of done it yet still glad you got it done :D lovely poem, the things of small details close to the ground, I am in a good mood when quietly pottering in a veg patch xx K