I see the watering can
on the low wall.
The low wall which
mocks my indolence.
Come over here and do
some work for a change!
I’m being heckled by
stone and mortar.
I settle deeper into my book
content to ignore that call.
The plants can have their
happy hour later.
Superlative: I love it.
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Delightful .....
ReplyDeleteCharming, it really made me smile. A beautiful use of personification :)
ReplyDeleteIs this a poem about GUILT!
ReplyDeleteThe happy hour of flowers - clever idea!
ReplyDeletetake time for yourself-but dont forget to water!
ReplyDeleteA masterpiece of procrastination - we should all take life a bit more slowly I think. Nice job!
ReplyDeleteI like how you think.
ReplyDeleteOh I know this feeling..
ReplyDeleteHmmmm, gardening or reading? A tough choice. :-)
ReplyDeleteWonderful write....love the happy hour call...bkm
ReplyDeleteDear The Bug,
ReplyDeleteYeah, happy hour!
This poem is me with plants. Just threw the last skeletons awayyyyy.
LOL
Ann T.
excellent interpretation of the prompt, nice magging!
ReplyDeleteLove-love the notion of the plants having a happy hour!
ReplyDeleteHmm. That's pretty much how my summer has gone. How did you know?
ReplyDeleteSimply smiley!
ReplyDeleteI loved it too!
ReplyDeletewatering can, I can't hear you!
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