This is the third of seven poems in a series.
Craft
In my dreams (sleeping and waking)
sometimes these days
great cabbages and cauliflowers
watermelons and zucchinis
beans and vines of all descriptions
invade the back porch, the front porch,
overrun all space.
But just beside the house.
There is a small patch,
perhaps 2x10, where herbs
and a few veggies grow feebly,
in too much shade
Just a beginning, feeble, small,
a tiny personal act of rebellion
against a cheap plastic crap globalized
mass produced world...a cheap plastic
crap globalized mass produced life....
At least that's what I tell myself.
And I'm sticking to that.
Gonna make my own soap soon too.
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Yes, I love this.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure there's anything that feels better than having one's own little patch of food security.
I just happened across you, can't even say how, but, I'm glad I did. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteHey Erin, good to see you here. I hope you are well. Thanks for still reading here, my friend.
ReplyDeleteTeresa,
Welcome. Thank you for the visit and the comment, and I must say that your blog looks like a place I need to spend some time at. :)
Peace