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FrasMac

Weeds

In summer the garden weeds grew wild.
Dock leaved, couched and nettled,
Hedged in by inattentive beech.

Now and then a straggly youth would
Appear, trying to fork small order
From the confusion of frondescence

Before the green leaf folded in on him.
Just let us be, they seemed to whisper.
We will all pass on in wintertime, as usual.

 

21/12/18

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Tinker

Nice.  "dock leaved, couched and nettled"  "confusion of frondescence"  imagery with new words,  love it.    I like the orderly rhythm and clean tercets.   I really enjoyed this poem.

~~Tink

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dr_con

Very good. Enjoyed the interplay of images and the procedural of the inevitable truth. 

 

😉

 

Doc Con

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badger11
On 1/1/2019 at 9:06 PM, FrasMac said:

Weeds

In summer the garden weeds grew wild.
Dock leaved, couched and nettled,
Hedged in by inattentive beech...............why would the beech be attentive

Now and then a straggly youth would..........like the straggly...unkept
Appear, trying to fork small order
From the confusion of frondescence

Before the green leaf folded in on him.
Just let us be, they seemed to whisper..................................nice gentle request
We will all pass on in wintertime, as usual.

 

21/12/18

I like the sentiment of this, though I don't understand some of the individual lines.

 

 

 

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tonyv

I, too, like the clean look of this poem which Judi has already mentioned. The narrative brings to mind something from my own childhood. For several years we had a vegetable garden. From my perspective it was a lot of work, because it required weeding, an unpleasant task on a hot summer day, especially for a child who would rather be playing than doing a chore. Then came a time when some rabbits made a nest in the garden and ate from its bounty. My parents made the decision to let the rabbits be and let the garden go.

Tony

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JoelJosol

Aside from what everyone else said, I like the part "Just let us be, they seemed to whisper". Some people talk to plants to sustain them. But the poem does the opposite. Plants as if to talk to humans.

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