-You’ve got your roots in me,
tumbleweed or ivy.
Dig hard, I’m scarred.
Torrential or blazing,
broad or tall,
deeply me.
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To my friend, Shirley, on her 50th. Pruning her garden, blooming in mine.
Sunday 160 Challenge, write a story or poem in 160 characters, spaces included. Let Monkey Man know HERE
i loved your 160! what looks so effortless in my eyes has suddenly become very hard work!! the photo was perfect, too...i love your work!
ReplyDeletefor me this could easily be from father to son, or mother daughter...i like it. nice 160.
ReplyDeleteThis is so pleasing in its simplicity and love. Our friendships are deeply rooted parts of us. The photo was great.
ReplyDeleteYour comment on my Poetry Bus poem was right on. You are the only one so far who heard the irony. I actually posted a note to point out that irony. Thank you for seeing deeper than ordinary.
parents and kids, connected.
ReplyDeleteHappy Belated Mother's Day,
Happy Tuesday!
Awesome job!
Beautifully constructed - and a superb photograph.
ReplyDeleteI liked this very much. Wonderful 160. The pic's great too...:)
ReplyDeleteHave a good day!
I was on vacation Di...
ReplyDeleteAnd yes I did read your 55, and it was HOT, just oozing Amber Fire!
The words meshed so well with the fantastic picture!
ReplyDeleteI really like this. That first line is outstanding.
ReplyDeleteRussian thistle, pretty rootless. But it did keep the livestock fed.
ReplyDeletethanks for always stopping by with such wonderful comments. smiles.
ReplyDeleteLanguage as tough and stubborn as those roots...
ReplyDeleteNicely done,
ReplyDeletereferring to your Sunday 160,
I prefer not to be the first one commenting.
thus here I am,
Beautiful flow!
you have such a gift for simplicity, a language which cuts with the precision and clarity of a knife. and strength as well. i keep coming back to this poem...
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