#Dunno how that came out

[whimsicorner]

Assignment after that was free-verse! Except I don't know how to deal with freeverse, so this actually started life as a series of tankas and got tweaked after the crit session.

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The garden 

Blossoming branches spread twisted arms skyward and heavy roots downward-- ah, to be light as petals fleeting but free! 

Yet they are beholden to whims, physics, fate and weather-- an uncertain state of being.

Comfort can be found in one's old roots. Anchoring, holding, drawing sustenance from Earth. Would one grow--flower--without? 

The past may be: portraits cracked through the heart, cloying wisps of incense smoke, but memory remains, a place to stand and return. 

Mother's garden repulses, air thick, pungent. But you cannot deny how well it grows come May, stems proud and tall, regents among refuse.