There is nothing like the feeling of rich dark soil slip through your fingers when planting a garden. Gloves will only rob you of that sense of life at your fingertips. Think about the erotic sensation of a piece of cheese cake or decadent truffles; feel the smooth richness on your tongue…
arching their bodies
nature’s sweet arousal
nestling in its moistness
in and out, in and out
worms surrender blissfully
autumn’s last harvest
winter’s table scraps
black gold of gardeners
autumn’s last harvest
feeding sod nutrients
leftover leaves
winter’s table scraps
Mother Nature’s caviar
salivating worms
black gold of gardeners
putrefying stench
parfum de la vie
©Tournesol’17/05/09
A troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
Written for Poetics Tuesday Dverse-Poetics Pub- Soil Poetics
Today at DversePoetsPub, Björn Rudberg (brudberg) in Poetics wants you to write poetry about soil. This is what he says:
“To me soil is both the source of life, and destiny for death. Soil is where we come from and soil you’ll be:
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I both love and hate the scent of mulch. I love the growth and fear decay. I love to walk barefoot in warm dirt, but afterwards I wash my feet.
Soil gives grain for bread, but when the weather fails we die of hunger.
Soil is friend and foe.
There are many synonyms for soil: mulch and compost, dirt and grime, earth and ground all reflect the soil and various values we attribute to its worth.
Soil can be metaphors for land and country, for home and nations. For war and peace and for the roots of trees.
Taste the soil or bite the dust, bring me poetry from what you sense in soil.
Be gravedigger or gardener, be soil of your origin and dig it deep.
If the soil has been prepared as in a pot, I don’t wear gloves, but in larger gardens I normally do to avoid blisters and cuts. I do like the feel of soil on my hands and feel as you mention.
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And that is why we have children and grandchildren…to make mud pies with 🙂
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I love how your worked through the soil giving credit to the worms… I’m sure your garden will be filled with sunflowers…
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Thanks so much, Björn. 🙂
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Such a gorgeous form and you have executed it with such flair! 😀
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Thanks so much! The haibun and troiku are certainly my favourite forms…I truly enjoy the entire progression of each haiku building on the original.
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Decadent and erotic (ooh, now the secret of the gardener is out!) Also adore ” parfum de la vie”.
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Yep, the secret is out 🙂 thanks for dropping by!
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These are superb…the title works so well. I love being able to dig in the earth–it is so grounding.
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Thanks, Victoria, yes the feel of rich moist earth feels good. I used to paint my nails dark red so the stains would not show. The soil where I raised the kids was not black for grey and clay like…bugger to clean but kept the moisture during dry summer months in the vegetable garden.
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Love the feel and smell of the soil but I do wear gloves for protection ~ After the autumn and winter, we can now enjoy the sweet perfume of flowers ~ Great work on the form too ~
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Thanks so much. I think if I were to work where I live now, I would wear gloves as it is a rental and I am not sure what is in this soil.
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Yes, dirt is to dig!! Never thought of worms as erotic…until now.
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Haha, I suppose the way they squirm around fresh dirt they are.
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Written like a true gardener. Beautiful appreciation of the soil.
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Thank you:)
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