Poems

Weeding Waltz

July 6, 2019 /
A Rose of Sharon blossom next to its cousin, an okra blossom in my garden

 

Weeding Waltz

Before the sun could turn its engine over
I worked my blade between the rows of plants
My shoulders pulling, slicing weeds and clover
The rhythm of my motions like a dance;

The earth my partner as we spun and dipped
And music, green between us, urged us on
Until I balked, surprised the hour had slipped
Away, renewed and blinking sweat at dawn.

~ S.K. Orr

 

 

[inspired in part by Francis Berger’s musings on manual labor]

4 Comments

  • Bruce Charlton

    July 8, 2019 at 9:10 am

    I like it – it reminds me of Robert Frost (than which no higher praise in my book).

  • Francis Berger

    July 7, 2019 at 1:58 pm

    I think this is the first time anything I have written has inspired a poem. What an honor! Thank you. I like the poem very much – there is good rhythm in the lines.

    • admin

      July 8, 2019 at 9:34 pm

      I really appreciate it, Francis. I was feeling very low today and then saw your comment and Bruce’s as well, and my spirits were lifted. Many thanks for your support.