Grandma's garden gate
had curls on top
loops of a keyhole
to peer through
beyond it
the belle of roses
tangled and twisted
in the muscled trunk
and strong arms of
wisteria
the lovely scent of their
wrangling
lifted the house
from its foundation
cracking it
yet
keeping it
entirely whole
roots twining
a home with
safe protection
snug and tight
a safety belt
Laura encouraged me to do this from a comment on someone's post. Thanks :)
9 comments:
bewhiskered wisteria ...
i love those words
cracking it yet keeping it entirely whole, love that part
You are coming into your own with a voice that's delightful to hear. Your poem is full of wonderful images and draws a lot of strength from its simplicity. I like how you sneak in your message among the plainest and just-right words.
I wish I had words to say how much I enjoy your writing ...
I love reading your poetry. :)
I might have to put the bewhiskered back, Nancy. I thought it was a might much? :) Thanks Melissa, Susan and Together....
Maureen, glad you see through the plain words, I have no others to describe the pictures in my mind. Thanks for commenting and visiting. The encouragement for this new way of expression means alot. :)
This puts in mind of my own grandmother's house -- crepe myrtles by the road (I loved popping the flowers open), big hydrangeas in front -- and a sheep out back so she wouldn't have to cut the grass. Nice one, Kathleen.
this whole section is like a deep drink...
"beyond it
the belle of roses
tangled and twisted
in the muscled trunk
and strong arms of
wisteria"
Oh, I like that. So much.
And I am so pleased that you wrote of it! Thank you for trusting that you had it in you.
"Strong arms of wisteria" evoke such imagery for me. Your words drip with such heart beauty. I can smell it. And feel it. Thank you for sharing!
Blessings.
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