Today’s word is
Use it in a sentence or two and post what you wrote in the comments below. I would love to read what you write.
Here’s my draft for Tuesday / Pōʻalua 09.03.19.
The planted seeds will grow,
well-tended, but a garden kept in its glory
is really only the incompetence of old-age restrained,
seniority held at bay, nature continuing to creep,
aroused golden-strong and finally resistless,
chewing its small portions of take-back,
savored as appetizers in the grand feast,
corroding the watering cans that rust and leak,
tools that blunt and break, gloves that fray and shred,
the cooling down of mortal blood in a closing battle,
nature cunningly attacking my balance,
I, testing gravity, float feebly, fearing my fall,
nature’s hand-rubbing glimmer entrance,
its soon-to-be answered mote of hope, I go
with the loss of sunlight on a late flight,
stumble away from the steady onslaught,
vanity of vanities, my desire for neat hedges,
lust for cropped trees, coveted blade-perfect cut grass,
all the days of my life.