Stream of Consciousness
Love Is True. And I'm Just Thinking In A Garden.
The hoe in the gardener's hands gently nestles itself into the soil of the garden; the giver of life and nourishment broken into millions of tiny fragments all coming together as one to help the leafy greens grow. Swing, swing, swing. Such otherwise tiring work is complete in each moment with peaceful ease. Less than with great effort it continues on its path between the gray spot connecting sky and land and the floor of dirt below. I sit back and observe whilst pinching hairs on my chin in twos and threes to search for the rogues and the strays left behind after the clipping process days ago. I seek and I find and I pluck the lengthy wires. Perhaps the process is for pain or to be present, perhaps it is to be groomed so neatly and clean or perhaps it is simply to watch the moment of time that is both trapped and unfolding in the present.
By Michael O'Connor2 years ago in Poets
I Give
Introduction I found this definition of this sort of poem on the internet What do you call a poem that can be read backwards? Extending that idea then of forward and backward are palindrome poems. You might also know them as reverse poems or mirror poems. These are poems that you can read for meaning in two ways–from top to bottom and then bottom to top.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
