the sky is milky
on the overhead cables
pigeons are as lazy
as the day
grass drips with rain
leftovers
from the night before
even the breeze
doesn’t have the energy
to whip up a few branches
snatch off a handful of blossom
and me
I have to get up and get out
face the traffic into town
and my eyes are as green
as the garden
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo Virtue or Vice
For today’s prompt, Rommy would like us to consider virtues and vices, or more specifically the Seven Deadly Sins or the Seven Heavenly Virtues. She reminds us that the Seven Deadly Sins are Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy and Pride and the Seven Heavenly Virtues are Chastity, Temperance, Charity, Diligence, Patience, Kindness and Humility. Our poems must be new for this prompt and include at least one of the names of the Virtues or Vices.
Oh, I think that is a fairly un-sinful form of envy! 🙂
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Nice!!!
Much🌼love
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Thank our,Gillena! 🌷🌷
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Who would not envy such an Eden? And who is guilty to despise the leaving of it? You make a vice a virtue, which is what outrageous nature is for.
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Though it is Envy that’s alluded to in the end, a fair case can be made for Sloth. The description puts me in mind of sticky warm Pennsylvania summertime, and while molasses may be slow in winter, people move pretty slow on days like those.
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Today is strangely slow even though I’m busy. I’ve just slowed down between jobs and I feel like I’m moving in molasses! The garden has perked up though and it’s very busy with pheasants and other birds.
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I imagine inertia’s pull is strong, especially if there is a pretty garden that needs tending. Sadly I already see the bindweed popping up in mind and I have to get to it soon.
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Bindweed and horsey tails are just beginning to show here too!
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I’m sure i’d feel the same envy if I woke up on such a beautiful morning. Love your imagery 🙂
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Ahhh garden envy. How poignant!
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I wish I’d written that.
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My goodness this is good!💜 I love how you end with “my eyes are as green as the garden”… *swooon*😍
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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Sloth is my goal in life, made easier by having retired last year, but oh how i recall my green-ness not so long ago! And that image after the poem is fantastic.
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Thank you!
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Your eyes are green, just like spring…but get up you must. The weekend is just around the corner.
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You caught my mood this morning perfectly as I faced a return to more populous areas
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Thanks for reading and commenting, Robert.
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I cannot see sloth in this poem – just lovely Nature slowly awakening and you along with it. Envy Eden? I would never leave such a place, myself. Lovely.
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I like the wind not having enough energy. ..Loved the poem.
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Thank you, Viv.
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Groovy. 😎🥀
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I actually think that such envy is forgivable
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