Poetry As A Garden Poem by Bill Grace

Poetry As A Garden



I tend my poems as garden
The misspelled word thrown out as weed
An “a” or “the” examined for its impact and allowed to stay
Perhaps even a whole poem tilled over after sober reflection
Past the molten moment of creation
A poem can be tended as a garden thing.

Thursday, March 24, 2011
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