A day out in the garden and having a longer than expected nap has led to finally having an idea of what to write for this week’s five minute Friday post. I had a lovely long walk tonight while playing some pokemon go. The hope had been that hubby would join me but alas, he needed food more than he needed to walk so he ate, I walked! I came home to him playing “little kitty big city” which looks to be a fun digital game of a cat needed to problem-solve his way through life. All that said let’s get on to “finally i have time”.
finally i have time
it’s been a stretch and a spell
since i’ve tended to weed patch
out back which sorta doubles
as a raised garden.
normally by mid-may i have my
peas and spinach all planted
in neat little rows since
they are cold-weather plants.
but since my schedules been
all messed up at work and
some weeks i work more and others
i work less my heads been a bit messed up.
so as much as i understand why
i haven’t had the time, my body
has been itching badly to get out
and take care of things.
so this week i made some time
and pulled weeds, transferred plants,
and even discovered that of the
20 tomato seeds planted FOUR worked!
the new guinea pigs are happy
as they have lots of weeds to eat
and the bunnies are delighted as
they have lots of options.
and me… my heart is full
and relaxed at the promise held
with a view of new life right in
the palm of my hand.
little plants
seeds
worms and toads
and in the pond tadpoles.
compost is stinky but
all those bunny berries and
waste from piggies and
fancy mice lends well to the promise!
kinda makes me think a bit
you know?
God himself puts up with some
stink too.
he sees promise and new life
in a broken people needing
a boost to help us be
as we aught.
the stench of death
touched his fatherly nose
and it led to new life
for those who see it.
Finally I have the time
to do what I am called to do,
to ponder words and make ’em rhyme
and say what I intended to
say with novels left unwritten
(but poetry saves paper, eh?),
and instead of sadly quitting
the writing gig I’m on my way
to a word count passing War And Peace,
written in the sonnet form.
Maybe it’s some mind-disease
that rhyming seems to be the norm
even in my conversation,
to Barb’s horror and vexation.
I was thinking that your rhyming must be a norm for you, as I can’t write prose as quickly and coherently as you write your humorous and clever ‘sonnets’
Sometimes the tension of waiting and longing for when you “finally have time” adds to the satisfaction of tending to what needs done! Glad you finally found time! Today I finally found time to visit a few blogs and leave a few comments and I’m glad I came by to read your poetry. 🙂
Finally have time, or finally make time? That is sometimes the difference, isn’t it. We are often too busy, or have more interests than hours. 😀
Today i found time to write a post, then used the wrong prompt, so had to make time to do it right! 😀
Dawn #17 and 18