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at times when I plant
basil such a delicate plant
I’ve to be careful to synchronize
my breath while I gently press
the dirt around as when
words sprout on paper
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
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thank you for re blogging 😊
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Neat: love the juxtaposition of words and nature.
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thank you rogermoorepoet, one can’t be without the other isn’t it?
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They go hand in hand in so many ways. A good outlook for Valentine’s day!
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Went back to your blog and left some comments there. I love 1-4. Thank you.
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A lovely, lovely series of thoughts.
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happy you like it, thank you for letting me know!
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nice aside to Stevens. i never realized basil was so delicate.
i planted it here & it grew like wild fire. i made batch after batch of pesto.
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It is, but maybe it depends on who plants it and attend it, as with most plants, green thumb or deadly thumb, LOL… Where is “here” that your basil grew like wildfire?
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Imay be susceptible to that deadly thumb . I live in a place called Jeju probably best you google it.
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I love all the “Thirteen ways” poems you have done so far. ☺
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Thank you so much for your feedback Boompawolf, so happy you do! 🙂
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