i grow them
in the garden:
roses, aphids,
ladybirds.
an entertaining
world, a place
to rest,
relax and think
roses are red
or pink,
yellow
or white.
aphids are
nasty things,
farmed by ants,
ladybirds are
carnivores and
save our plants
therapeutic:
gardening,
hands scooping
up the soil,
so rewarding
as we tend
green things,
blessed by
beauty and
fresh foods
i’d like to
share the
beauty,
lighten up
your day,
so someday,
when your world
comes back,
you can come
out to play
meanwhile,
we chafe
and weep
and wail.
it is
no fun
at all,
watching
the sun
cruise east
to west,
all the
stinking day
nothing lasts,
we might
survive
this plague
living in
cages we
create,
we stay away,
in case
you’re sick,
or i.
i grow them
in the garden:
roses, aphids,
ladybirds.
an entertaining
world, a place
to rest,
relax and think
Murray Robertson (photography & poems) 
Nice poem. Do you find different colored roses smell different?
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MAny roses have many different perfumes. YOu sometimes buy them for their smells. I’m male, so have limited sense of smell.
It is really nice to see my wife buried, nose-first, into a rose. Her body language is like a cat’s purr or a dog’s tail-wagging.
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What a poetic way to put it!
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I’m funny. I write the same way I talk. Some people like it. Others maybe think I’m defective.
😉
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Haha. I like it when people are just themselves when they reply. I always just try to be myself.
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For me, it comes down to not being too worried about what anyone else thinks about me.
I like to say: “Why should I lie to you? We’re not even married? Are we?”
I think it’s funny. My wife doesn’t.
😉
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I love gardening too and often think in poetry as I go about the greenery and soil.
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