joseph harlacher 111

Bronze Star - 2,386 Points (09/27/1951 / Seattle)

The Bored Gardener - Poem by joseph harlacher 111

once throughout time
there lived a boarded gardener
they knew no root unturned
from the angels earn
spring was only a stones throw
away from the stalking trunk
the ear eater approached
with blossom timed to eclipse
his sipping bucket with
a shouting departure
he became stone for saint biome
and never knew his own home


Poet's Notes about The Poem

the self as stone may not know what it does by design
by time unravels the story to its own liking so that it
does not move it's self as decided by the lonely fish.
yet too somewhat organized wanders in purpose.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, December 30, 2013


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