Submissions by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Welcome, I'm a typical, beautifully flawed, self-critical person. I truly believe writing can heal the soul. It is an art worth never quitting.
SELF POEM
Published
Yesterday 9:11pm
Yesterday 9:11pm
Tamar
Tamar
There are stories bound to your bloodstream, they warble riches across your timeline, bare vividness most naked in the mind. These are shared, not in their wholeness but as pebbles, never able to depict them in enthralling sobriety.
These tales slip by as fables, submerged in the valleys of myth ageing in tombs so holy, savoured by pilgrims moulding idols from old.
My words are born salted, linger in my mouth with the gravity of a landed boat, sail idly as a swan in sunshine before escaping. They stroke their gentle lullabies across long slumbering...
There are stories bound to your bloodstream, they warble riches across your timeline, bare vividness most naked in the mind. These are shared, not in their wholeness but as pebbles, never able to depict them in enthralling sobriety.
These tales slip by as fables, submerged in the valleys of myth ageing in tombs so holy, savoured by pilgrims moulding idols from old.
My words are born salted, linger in my mouth with the gravity of a landed boat, sail idly as a swan in sunshine before escaping. They stroke their gentle lullabies across long slumbering...
#happiness
#identity
#water #nature
#water #nature
31 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jun 2019 11:38am
17th Jun 2019 11:38am
Gentle Earth Woman
We burrow
in the quietness of Earth,
knowing some people dream of death for the freedom
we have here.
Water splashes over stones,
squirrel dances on the posts,
sparrows chirp a vagrant's song,
egret flies overhead.
Life occurs, bumbles forwards, the noisiest of days done.
Joy has birthed and is thriving curiously
where all are welcome to baptise in the true holy water
boundless Nature has bestowed.
She the Idol, first and longest love, God, Queen, Mother -
We will make juice from your boundless, well...
in the quietness of Earth,
knowing some people dream of death for the freedom
we have here.
Water splashes over stones,
squirrel dances on the posts,
sparrows chirp a vagrant's song,
egret flies overhead.
Life occurs, bumbles forwards, the noisiest of days done.
Joy has birthed and is thriving curiously
where all are welcome to baptise in the true holy water
boundless Nature has bestowed.
She the Idol, first and longest love, God, Queen, Mother -
We will make juice from your boundless, well...
#love
#marriage
#nature
49 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jun 2019 9:31am
13th Jun 2019 9:31am
Truth about Romance
You and I aren't the best couple,
sometimes we're not even mediocre,
sometimes loving you boils my blood and makes me weep with fury,
sometimes it feels numbed and almost lost in a maze of life's many duties.
You and I aren't romantic,
we don't dance or gift flowers,
we don't always remember important events,
we don't kiss in the intervals of noise and business.
You are the love of my life,
you are my sanctuary, my best friend, all that is hopeful and good in me,
for you I would climb mountains, face falls, push myself...
sometimes we're not even mediocre,
sometimes loving you boils my blood and makes me weep with fury,
sometimes it feels numbed and almost lost in a maze of life's many duties.
You and I aren't romantic,
we don't dance or gift flowers,
we don't always remember important events,
we don't kiss in the intervals of noise and business.
You are the love of my life,
you are my sanctuary, my best friend, all that is hopeful and good in me,
for you I would climb mountains, face falls, push myself...
#love
#hope
#marriage #prose
#marriage #prose
59 reads
8 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jun 2019 9:23pm
10th Jun 2019 9:23pm
A: Gift in Rockhollow
She granted
fertilised waters of comfrey, seaweed and black gold, from the wormery,
to my dried, challenged roots.
She knows not what she did, with a can
in her hands as if a child with the grace of innocence;
yet in her face I am sure of why it caught her eye,
drew her out -
That's the wise woman of her, hidden in the practical boots
no longer barefoot for fun
only moments later to be cursing - cut by thorns.
These grounds called to her
on a well travelled overcast, posted cloud, gently bobbing
- a boat...
fertilised waters of comfrey, seaweed and black gold, from the wormery,
to my dried, challenged roots.
She knows not what she did, with a can
in her hands as if a child with the grace of innocence;
yet in her face I am sure of why it caught her eye,
drew her out -
That's the wise woman of her, hidden in the practical boots
no longer barefoot for fun
only moments later to be cursing - cut by thorns.
These grounds called to her
on a well travelled overcast, posted cloud, gently bobbing
- a boat...
#love
#home
#nature
59 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jun 2019 8:56pm
10th Jun 2019 8:56pm
Sharrah Pool
400m, 11°c, high river levels, peat from run off the Moor.
In peat, embedded in thickness of woodland, I am possessed by you -
Another inanimate rock, grain, twig for you to dance and crash over.
Unafraid,
a familiar lover, I grace your thirst with this flesh my Mother bore me,
thrust myself deep
in your thundering sway, hungering for a flood
of feeling.
I have missed you - the way a robin misses territory, after a fight gone wrong with another.
I take in oxygen, inhale freshness, linger on the solitude the way an...
In peat, embedded in thickness of woodland, I am possessed by you -
Another inanimate rock, grain, twig for you to dance and crash over.
Unafraid,
a familiar lover, I grace your thirst with this flesh my Mother bore me,
thrust myself deep
in your thundering sway, hungering for a flood
of feeling.
I have missed you - the way a robin misses territory, after a fight gone wrong with another.
I take in oxygen, inhale freshness, linger on the solitude the way an...
#home
#trees
#river #nature
#river #nature
40 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st May 2019 9:35pm
31st May 2019 9:35pm
Seal
If and when the sea calls my debt,
and sinks me into black,
smothers my face with beds of weed
I will pay for the freedom that's lived in my pulsating muscle.
As Seal, fish rise from the deep,
as judgement fails to rationalise, we return
on muscle strength, adrenaline, surprise -
try to hide it from lads in kayaks on the shore.
and sinks me into black,
smothers my face with beds of weed
I will pay for the freedom that's lived in my pulsating muscle.
As Seal, fish rise from the deep,
as judgement fails to rationalise, we return
on muscle strength, adrenaline, surprise -
try to hide it from lads in kayaks on the shore.
#identity
#nature
48 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th May 2019 8:17pm
24th May 2019 8:17pm
Resting in Rockollow
Late May 2019
Flower of the day: Chive
Creature of the day: Wood pigeons courting
Church bells ring on the left,
Sparrow mothers sing from the manmade homes in our brickwork,
Cardoons peak out from nests of silver,
low sun is a satisfyingly blinding gold.
The Acer bleeds on high shading alyssum
in an ancient Moss covered trough,
where Alyssum ties the nerves of this garden together,
Seagull wings beat high above.
Washing still hangs resting on the Cherry,
the Sycamore still rests on the...
Flower of the day: Chive
Creature of the day: Wood pigeons courting
Church bells ring on the left,
Sparrow mothers sing from the manmade homes in our brickwork,
Cardoons peak out from nests of silver,
low sun is a satisfyingly blinding gold.
The Acer bleeds on high shading alyssum
in an ancient Moss covered trough,
where Alyssum ties the nerves of this garden together,
Seagull wings beat high above.
Washing still hangs resting on the Cherry,
the Sycamore still rests on the...
#nature
#escape
#philosophical
47 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th May 2019 9:49pm
20th May 2019 9:49pm
Freedom of Rockhollow May 2019
Cold evening 10pm, watching light fade, awaiting the moon.
Plant of the day: Black Pak Choi
Wildlife of the day: Golden Chaffinch
I sat, in the almost dark,
gentle chill waltzing into my bones, hair a scarf to neck,
socks a place to call home.
I listened to the crow, chaffinch, sparrow on their nightly rounds,
cardoons casting silver shapes, as ghostly protectors of this place. Canes
of plenty busyness, tomatoes, mangetout, cup and saucer making tracks - with a little guidance.
A train journeyed quickly behind me,...
Plant of the day: Black Pak Choi
Wildlife of the day: Golden Chaffinch
I sat, in the almost dark,
gentle chill waltzing into my bones, hair a scarf to neck,
socks a place to call home.
I listened to the crow, chaffinch, sparrow on their nightly rounds,
cardoons casting silver shapes, as ghostly protectors of this place. Canes
of plenty busyness, tomatoes, mangetout, cup and saucer making tracks - with a little guidance.
A train journeyed quickly behind me,...
#women
#identity
#nature #peace
#nature #peace
57 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th May 2019 7:49pm
20th May 2019 7:49pm
Blues, so 'Hollow.
I've been screaming in the garden of Kinterbury,
warm breeze gently lapping about my frame,
my nails are made for tearing wounds in my skin
as if laying out a map of my day.
I've been deeply grateful for the foliage there,
and the way the bumbles rest at my hip
yet I'd burn it all down - this captain of her ship
is ready to sink beneath the ground.
I've been searching for a something,
a someone somewhere who represents an evolved me
to the world, not just mother and amateur
but useful as hazelnut tree.
...
warm breeze gently lapping about my frame,
my nails are made for tearing wounds in my skin
as if laying out a map of my day.
I've been deeply grateful for the foliage there,
and the way the bumbles rest at my hip
yet I'd burn it all down - this captain of her ship
is ready to sink beneath the ground.
I've been searching for a something,
a someone somewhere who represents an evolved me
to the world, not just mother and amateur
but useful as hazelnut tree.
...
#sadness
#summer
#confessional #sleep
#confessional #sleep
48 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th May 2019 7:43pm
11th May 2019 7:43pm
The Arguements of Adults
If the bones in my shell
don't break like they used to,
if my spine doesn't quake at your touch,
if my eyes don't run away with themselves
don't think it's not enough.
I've got a soul burning with secrets,
wounds thousands years deep.
I have a body aching to merge with your body,
so quiet, when no one dare speak.
Don't tell me this isn't love -
don't tell me you don't know what I need anymore.
Don't tell me you are tired now,
find a way to love me somehow.
If my tale of woe is ageing,
if it's...
don't break like they used to,
if my spine doesn't quake at your touch,
if my eyes don't run away with themselves
don't think it's not enough.
I've got a soul burning with secrets,
wounds thousands years deep.
I have a body aching to merge with your body,
so quiet, when no one dare speak.
Don't tell me this isn't love -
don't tell me you don't know what I need anymore.
Don't tell me you are tired now,
find a way to love me somehow.
If my tale of woe is ageing,
if it's...
#loneliness
#family
#aging
80 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th May 2019 4:47pm
8th May 2019 4:47pm
Rockhollow Series: To Go
Weather: Hot Sun, little breeze
Plant of the day: Cup and Saucer Vine
Creature of the day: Fox
We watched you run
by the window and down to the thick wooded reserve.
The view of your passing
a reward I quite deserved for a long day
of walking, to buy an outfit for my soon-to-be sister -
a most enjoyable day spent calmly from beginning to fortuitous end.
I admired him as pigeon rose from their sitting,
as cat scampered on to complain to his feeder.
I mentioned in passing his arrival,
seemed he had mange. ...
Plant of the day: Cup and Saucer Vine
Creature of the day: Fox
We watched you run
by the window and down to the thick wooded reserve.
The view of your passing
a reward I quite deserved for a long day
of walking, to buy an outfit for my soon-to-be sister -
a most enjoyable day spent calmly from beginning to fortuitous end.
I admired him as pigeon rose from their sitting,
as cat scampered on to complain to his feeder.
I mentioned in passing his arrival,
seemed he had mange. ...
#trees
#nature
#support
46 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th May 2019 5:51pm
5th May 2019 5:51pm
Rockhollow Series: Clyne
Weather: Blue skies, cool air, mostly dry
Plant of the day: Azaleas
Creature of the day: Squirrel
In the garden of Rhodedendron I remember you,
you in your gentle lilac hue,
you in your under planting of garlic.
Under the shelter of the aged boughs
I remember the feeling of air,
the feeling of Godliness in all we've created there,
as they created here
and shared it
with creatures and plants
in a most authentic way.
The donation of a life's work,
that is the garden.
Plant of the day: Azaleas
Creature of the day: Squirrel
In the garden of Rhodedendron I remember you,
you in your gentle lilac hue,
you in your under planting of garlic.
Under the shelter of the aged boughs
I remember the feeling of air,
the feeling of Godliness in all we've created there,
as they created here
and shared it
with creatures and plants
in a most authentic way.
The donation of a life's work,
that is the garden.
#nature
#passion
#tradition
55 reads
4 Comments
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