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Growing Roses
They’ll look like a bundle of sticks on arrival.
They are not dead, simply dormant.
Wear sturdy gloves.
Dig a larger hole than you think you need.
Diligently water your roses.
They might suffer and die in the heat.
Don’t drown them.
Attention to your roses’ other needs.
Deadhead religiously.
A small pruning saw is handy.
Feed roses, they have big appetites.
Keep beds clean.
Always wear safety goggles.
Enclose the plant with chicken wire.
Roses grown in weak sun may not die at once.
Hold your losses to acceptable levels.
This is a found poem. The texts I used are here, here and here.
GloPoWriMo Day 22
What a wonderful ending! I'll take with me the futility of control as a goal and the utility of control as a goal.
ReplyDeleteWow! Your comment made my day. Thank you.
DeleteI owe a lot to the original text, which is so poetic in its own right.