poeticpeony's Blog

I finished reading "Night Gardening"  by EW Swann this drizzly morning and stood looking out my bedroom window for a time looking at my lilies out back and thinking how I could rearrange. Then I thought about putting a veggie garden between the house and barn. I'd thought about that before. I looked up at the maples that are about 80 feet tall on the north and south sides of the barn and realized that they'd probably shade it too much eventually. The line "jester among giants" popped into my head. Guess who's the jester and who's the giants? lol And yeah, I refer to Yertle the Turtle if anyone questions that part. :)

"The Jester Among Giants"

Deepset anguish inwardly embraced

Unparched eyes revel victoriously

Contemplation of self-condemnation

Wondering where it all went wrong

Leeched thoughts abstractly shaped

Not aware what form they'll take

Longing to see things in black and white

But their aversion to me is evident

Explosions of solitary colors

Yet uniqueness is in each frame

Maybe I should add myself to their greenery

And explode my leaves with them

Top turtle in my field and ruler of all I look down upon

Eyeing the kingdom and planning it's future

When my own is so mismanaged

Creative chaos

High above and broad as can be

Shadowing plans of new pursuits

They force me into a pigeon-hole

Without a word

One on each side

And I see what I am as their arms stretch passively

For a time before their sudden explosion and rest

I realize I'm the jester among giants

BJH   7/24/2007