And God said: ‘Let their be a sky, in the middle of the waters, and let the sky divide the waters from the waters. And God made the sky. And God called the sky Heaven. And the evening and the morning were the second day.Genesis 1 : 6, 7
The garden's journey.
Plants weave in , out through the beds, roots are still-
Holding tight the soils brownberry, blacksack, greylead.
Hues of green, fat round, thread slim, sun fill.
fallbrown, winter white.
New shoots stretch in gold, old crouch out the day.
Seasons slugs travel through all day, all night.
A bird meal or a slime trail of decay.
Then there is the robin,bluetit,sparrow flock,
A beedy-eyed,stilt-legged heron at the pond
Listen, far away, wood peckers knock-knock.
Dragonflies and bumblebees flowers bond
The garden is a journey full of loving
Living, loving, dying. Loving living.
Before I wrote this I reminded myself of what a sonnet was. Its meaning from Italian is, a little song dealing with love. It consists of fourteen lines each line containing 10 syllables.
The Italian rhyme scheme is:
ABBA ABBA CDE
while the English rhyme scheme is:
ABAB CDCD EFEF GG
The Englush rhyme scheme is the one I chose for my poem The garden’s journey.
I remember when I was about 11 it became obvious to me and my parents that the piano teacher was more eager to teach my sister than me. Mum’s understanding of jealousy helped change things quickly. It was then that they organised some speech and drama lessons for me. My teacher was middle aged and petite. A lady with lots and lots of long black hair that dominated an energetic frame. She sat or stood gesticulating on the verandah of her house making sounds come out of me to suit the poems and parts I was perfecting for yet another exam. I think I did five. It was such a long time ago but her garden of green with roses here and there is still in my emotions rather than my mind’s eye. I worked hard and in moments now and then there were these bursts of special joy. The voice, timing and expression were all right for the moment. One piece I distinctly remember was Remember by Christine Rosette. If I recall my sister’s early morning piano practises , she will surely remember some of my poems especially this one. It has the Italian rhyme scheme and it flows with love. Christina Rossetti fell passionately in love twice but both times chose not to marry because the person was not of her same religious persuasion. This sonnet is written to one of these loves .
Remember by Christina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; You understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
Here are a few other things Christina Rossetti said:
‘Can any work be sadder than work left unfinished?
YES,work never begun.’
‘Obedience is the fruit of faith.’
‘Silence is more musical than any song.’
Thank you for looking at this post .
10 thoughts on “Crocus in a glass”
Your sonnet is lovely, Sandy!
Thank you so much Donna. I really appreciate that you read my work. It is so lovely to be retired and have time to try different things. 😊
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Poems are just magical Sandy🙏 And oh how love can be a joy or hurt terribly
Thank you for finding the magic. Poetry is that way. Take good care my friend. 🤗
This is a stunning arrangement, Sandy, and beautiful words to go along with it.
Thank you so much. A crocus is so dependent on support. It is a delicate spring flower.
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Such a beautiful sonnet and photos! I enjoyed reading about how your mother handled jealousy between you and your sister. She sounds like a wonderful mum.
Thank you . Mum was a “characterful wonderful”.
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Oh I do remember your practicing! This Remember poem and also “Hi thee, Malvolio, I do I know not what and fear to find …”😆Gorgeous arrangement.
Oh, ofcourse how could I forget🤣🤣🥰