Planting A Rosebush...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Planting A Rosebush At Night.


I’m gonna get me a shovel

and head off outside.

I’ve a nice garden plot

just right for some digging

and a rose bush

that’s crying out

for a brand new home.

The metal slices through the earth

almost too easily,

and the rhythm,

well, it seems to take me over.

I dig and I dig,

and the hole

it gets so much bigger

than the rosebush needs.

You know,

I think this hole in the ground

is big enough

for me to climb right in

so that is what I’m going to do.

And I lay down flat

for a rest

in this hole in the ground

and stare up at the star-filled sky

and I think -

well, I could stay right here.

The stars look so much brighter

and the moon...

it really glows.

There’s a shadowy shape

on the periphery,

looking almost like an accusation

and then I remember

what I was supposed to be doing,

digging a home for a rosebush

not a grave for myself.

It’s not that easy to climb out

and I scrabble around a bit,

getting dirt beneath

my fingernails.

It seems hard work

filling in the hole,

for it’s way too big for the rosebush

that will serve as a reminder,

keep the memory alive

of the time when I

could have grown my own roots

within the soil.

Submitted: May 02, 2020

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Jobe Rubens

a kind of Digging In The Dirt by Peter Gabriel - can smell the soil and some earth worms revealed by your shovel. Better use a tooth brush to clean them nails.

Sat, May 2nd, 2020 5:53pm


Ha! Thanks, Jobe.

Sat, May 2nd, 2020 11:18am

Mike S.

Don't even think about it, Hull; otherwise excellent!

Sat, May 2nd, 2020 8:01pm


Thanks, Mike. The temptation is sometimes there.

Mon, May 4th, 2020 11:54am

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