Posted on April 1, 2016
by Elan Mudrow
Category: Poetry, UncategorizedTags: Blog, Gardens, Home, Lawns, Life, Love, Poem, Poetry, Writing
Me too (common ragwort …!!!).
The wildness of nature is what makes it so beautiful and compelling. Who wants ChemLawn? NOT ME!
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A great Poem
Love the ‘picture perfect’ photo!
I absolutely love this. You are brilliant. I am looking forward to reading a lot more. Thank you.
Love the photo; but I must say, I never had any help that looked like that cutting my grass. You described most of what grows freely in my yard…:)
multilevel poem propagated with picture perfect accompaniment….vitally vernal
Oddly reminds me of how the world’s best women soccer players were forced to play on artificial turf last year, another way of “edging” them in compared to their male compatriots.
Just love this one, Elan. Best for awhile (I think, but who am I?)
Loved this! Here’s to messy flowerbeds! Which mine always are…!
I guess some people receive all the luck. Maybe the two in the image run a lawn management service. You know, the companies that drive around in pickup trucks with a trailer full of lawnmowers.
I would agree Frank
You are one lucky nursery.
Yeah, been there, done that but all my help needed showers and shaves before they showed up for work. You can imagine what a day in the sun was like…:)
Made me laugh. I enjoy the images and action portrayed here!
Yeah, I tried suggesting this to the wife, but she wasn’t keen. Said something about how I should put in a rose garden instead. Hmm.
What a great piece of writing. It must have been such a joy to finish and see your garden in bloom💜. Happy spring time!
The analogies in this poem are terrific. Nice writing.
I think things must be different in your area then. Our local lawn cutting service always supplies a pretty girl to assist with the mowing as shown above. My wife doesn’t like it, though, so now I have to do it all by myself! I must say, though, it’s easier that now, the girl just kept getting in the way.
I enjoyed the poem, Feels a bit rebellious, like “I just want to be me. Leave me alone or I’ll do something neither of us want.” I’m not sure I’d want to cuddle with the thistles.
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You had me from the first line! I absolutely loved this poem…and picture! By all means, do carry on! 🙂
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Love the vintage artwork!
Wonderfully played out metaphor!
Title and picture perfect accompaniments to your poem. I love all the “wild” weed flowers. Delightful ending – messing up the flowerbed. 🙂
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Yes to more weeds and overgrowth. love it!
Love it, it is a perfect fit! 🙂
I love UN-perfect. If I had a garden, it would be EXACTLY this poem. Wild and willful and beautiful with places to hide for the kids and benches over grown with morning glories to rest on. Simply: YES. Wonderful and refreshing 🙂
You have such a clever way with words. Enjoyed this!
I like how you look at things, and everyday objects and the personification of them at times. I am enjoying your writing so far.
I love your page.
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