Photo Prompt from Bluebell Books
I’ve built a barrier with my hand
To keep all nasty things away
None have appeared on my diligent watch
And that’s the way that it should stay
I’ve told the sun that it must cease
To burn with its withering ray
No more heat to worry your fragile mind
Peace, sweet green peace today
Jul 10, 2011 @ 04:37:48
the joys of gardening is something I’m familiar with, so i can really relate to the feeling
Jul 10, 2011 @ 09:04:14
There’s nothing quite like digging in the dirt and yielding the fruits of your labors
Jul 10, 2011 @ 06:04:57
Nice thoughts on how we should nurture our thoughts diligently like tender plants and keep straying thoughts at bay:)
Jul 10, 2011 @ 09:05:53
Yes, it’s so important to guard our hearts and minds–don’t want the weeds choking us.
Jul 10, 2011 @ 08:38:22
Sweet and to the point.
Jul 10, 2011 @ 18:40:48
Sweet! You get bonus points
Jul 10, 2011 @ 10:20:33
Awww very sweet I love how you used the 3 words so seamlessly.
Jul 10, 2011 @ 18:44:09
Thanks! Sometimes these word prompts just seem to flow and form the perfect mold for the poem, while other times they stick out awkwardly. Glad you thought this was the former!
Jul 10, 2011 @ 12:45:32
refreshing, well done.
Thanks for linking and creating.
Jul 10, 2011 @ 18:46:22
Refreshing–what a wonderful compliment! Thank you for creating the links I can link my creations to
Jul 10, 2011 @ 17:04:27
Very direct … and conveys a feeling of protectiveness over the plant !
Jul 10, 2011 @ 18:52:50
I hope that directness wasn’t too direct
“PROTECT THIS GREENHOUSE!”
Jul 10, 2011 @ 22:47:27
This rings so true – the voice of a child who has been given an important job, and takes it seriously! Thanks for sharing a great poem with a different slant!
Jul 10, 2011 @ 23:31:02
I simply wrote what I saw–I’m kind of a literalist in that respect (which is why usually I pair a picture with a poem AFTER I’ve written the poem) Should I be more abstract next time?
Jul 18, 2011 @ 12:37:06
Just saw your reply to my comment. If your question was not rhetorical, the answer is not necessarily! Why would you go in one direction or another when your mind steers you where it will. Yes, I work on my poems, and often rewrite, cut, edit, rewrite, crumple up and start over, etc., but the poem and/or story seldom deviates from the original idea or style.
Just go with the flow, is another way of putting it. Abstract poetry, metaphorical, surreal. I can enjoy reading them and write them all, (after a fashion!), but the way I write is always an effort at commenting on ponderings, telling a story, or simply responding to a prompt!
I still love your poem!
Jul 18, 2011 @ 12:58:19
Thanks for the response–I’m not sure if the question was rhetorical or perhaps directed at myself
I think poetry runs a fine line between the boring: here it is, DUH! And the theoretical intangible realm where words don’t seem to have a right to dwell. And then there’s the plague of angst that riddles much of what’s left. Wanted to make sure that this piece wasn’t a DUH piece. 
Thanks for your encouragement!
Jul 18, 2011 @ 16:15:56
A lovely write if only things were protected as simply …thank you
Jul 18, 2011 @ 16:28:18
Too true, but that which we love we’re bound to protect with intensity sprung from source hard to detect; Hold onto my hand as we cross the street an instinct of danger spells instant retreat– our fingers intertwined a living basket weave, and nothing can force your mother to leave.
Thank you for reading and commenting!
Jul 23, 2011 @ 23:02:05
profound entry.
How are you?
Welcome join us for week 6 short story slam fun,
Bless you..
Keep it up!
Jul 24, 2011 @ 00:06:03
I’ll check it out–it’s hard to keep up with the different forums, but I’ll try to post there if I can
Jul 27, 2011 @ 19:02:32
This was a great theme. You words gave it meaning. If you read it outloud, you can feel where the iambic verse kicks in and where you lose it. A little editing could make this a stand-out poem.
Jul 27, 2011 @ 23:02:11
Gah, somehow I WILL conquer these feet. Right now I’m going to take a walk in someone else’s shoes.