the seed

It’s here in this garden that I marked the spot

where I first came in her soil.

There I planted my seed that bore her fruit.

She wanted to name her Lilly.

We settled on Rose instead.

Purity became hybrid and what I gave

grew up at its pace.

 

Now everyday I stroll past this spot

where Rose was clipped for the first time,

only to see a multitude of buds take up her place,

and that gives me all the pleasure I need

because I know I worked it right.

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About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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