In the beginning, the garden
waited for me (and the yarn)
As I was knit together, stowaway
on this toilsome voyage,
the secret tangle of me meant
love-crazy-words-music-make
and yearn, also beauty-dreaming
and green-growing-things
(not included: kitchen-willing
or gleeful-floor-scrubbing)
The riddle of passion is this:
If we are born to labor, we post-Fall
chastened spirits, then why
the beauty-dream and yearning?
For I don’t believe these are work:
words, music, garden, make
(The ball is unwinding
the path growing straight)
Inspired by this word-list prompt from imaginary garden with real toads.
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Very well done and so inspiring! Thank you for sharing. F.
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Thank you, I’m always glad to hear from you!
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That unwinding ball can be torturous, though, can’t it?
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Yes. Definitely yes. Thank you for reading!
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This poem is a wonderful weave of words and ideas. I really love your construction of compound words. They are really striking and add great detail to the whole.
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Thank you! I couldn’t pass up a word list that included “garden” and “yarn.”
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Oh you are a genius–Brilliant!
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You are truly a generous soul. Such a great word list, I had to try!
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I believe this may be my favorite of yours that I have read so far! The verse beginning with “…we post-Fall chastened spirits” is magnificent. What a question, that. Plus, as a sometime-knitter, I really appreciate the yarn references too. Vivid!
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Wow, thanks! I think about this question (and variations thereof) a lot…
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Hey Jennifer, this is a lovely poem and I absolutely agree with its stance though it may be unusual– we are happiest when purposeful– sometimes the labor may be too much ! But certainly we love that glowing path. Very interesting poem, thanks. K.
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Thanks so much for reading, and for the thoughtful comment.
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