Poetry is my catharsis. Gardening is my Zen.
I've been creative since I was a child, each medium reflecting a different facet of my soul joining in symbiosis to reflect who I am. The sub-genre I call "landscape poems" tries to capture the outer world as a painter sees it, and merge with an inner landscape of thought and emotion.
Although only 5-10% of my writing touches on the outer landscape, my connection to the land and all that grows is so strong I wanted it to be an adjunct theme of this website. This page is a repository for all my favorite garden pictures that didn't fit on the preceding pages, with snippets of prose and poetry.
Photos and poetry may or may not reflect the same subject.
Cereus flowers 9 a.m. , picture taken from a 2nd story patio.
Photo: Aloe Eru in my garden
Pain, like weeds,
must be pulled up by the roots
gently easing the soil away until all that remains
are tendrils of memory.
from " Garden"
cereus flowers drink up the sky
greet the world
for one night only.
from "Night-Blooming Cereus"
Lantana Camera
our gardens are an extension of ourselves,
a thin green line
straddling order and chaos.
from "Thin Green Line"
Nature teaches plants
to heal over scars and burgeon
a survival instinct
which abhors, not just a vacuum,
but a tidy yard.
from "Natural Selection"
two Avocado trees, which I planted from pits 45 years ago
coral tunas cactus fruit
bougainvillea flower
