I knew all the rules:
how you plant only after
you have everything
you need at hand: soil, water,
knowing where to cleave,
and how direct sun won't be
enough if you lack control
and crowd the ground you have
to turn over, or fail to stifle
competition where the crabgrass
has lain dormant 100 years.
At bare roots, I knew, the hungry
don't feed the fussy but take,
and the ball, if bound, won't bed
and reach its full potential.
Sometimes you have to amend
what the earth does not provide
for, adjust for variety, mulch
for moisture, check for black spot,
powdery mildew, inevitable rust.
Pruning doesn't mean expecting
the same performance from every
rose. You have to practice to remove
the weak, the dying, and the dead
well before their infection spreads.
© 2012 Maureen E. Doallas
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21 comments:
How did you know I was such a sucker for poems about rules and death? I've come to expect such a high level of craft from your work. This does not disappoint. Please forgive me if I forget you have other readers, too.
Loving the rose, knowing where to cleave. Beautiful.
Even the title of this poem called me into your garden of words.
I LOVE this poem!
it speaks to me on the ground level, and in that deep metaphorical place your poetry always touches.
I just love the tone of your voice in this one, Maureen.
Ah, the temperamental nature of the Rose and the bed. Well-captured.
I love how for many of us, a rose is an instantaneous metaphor; this is a lovely poem with a methodical development, revelatory of the spiritual and physical processes of planting-- and the end well earned! xxxj
Beautiful and informative, Maureen.
ALso, I just wanted to let you know I nominated you for both the Versatile Blogger and the Beautiful Blogger Awards! Here is the link to my post: http://lisawrosenberg.com/2012/05/08/versatile-blogger-beautiful-blogger/. No pressure; just wanted to share. (You may already have these too!)
I think I'll just plant your poem instead.
What an exceptional metaphor for the benefits of pruning. Poetry requires these preparations too, and yours are always so well tended. I love to relish in your blooms.
lovely reflection on the care and planting of roses...and it does make a great metaphor as well..the line on the hungry and the fussy gave me pause and also not expecting the same performance...nicely done maureen...
lovely reflection on the care and planting of roses...and it does make a great metaphor as well..the line on the hungry and the fussy gave me pause and also not expecting the same performance...nicely done maureen...
Would it break a rule to simply say I liked your poem...it reminded me of my own past gardening effort the zen of it all.
So well done ... pictured my rose bushes as I read ... and more.
Interesting how it's more about investing, knowing, experiencing than rules...more about wisdom gained through experience than following a simple linear list. Wonderfully written, Maureen!
Graceful and minimal but rich in layers of metaphor--so often those sorts of thoughts are in my mind when I plant--planting is far and away the most connected part of gardening for me, and I feel that here.
Exactly what Louise said and totally agree with Susan's darling comment.
This stays with me...
Pruning doesn't mean expecting
the same performance from every
rose.
I love how you do what you do. =)
Such clear concise lines but also packed with nuance and meaning and a kind of stream of consciousness flow. Well done. k.
i dig this.
Oh, beautiful. And so rich. And makes me looks at my roses.
I have to say I found this refreshing! void of emotion, yet hinting at the secrets of nature.
just wonderful!
I don't know what you're writing about, but it hit me on the subject of parenting. Thank you.
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