Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Fall

Lacking a dead horse to beat,
I water the garden.

Late August of a very bad summer -
everything is sun scorched
and dry as drought,
but I have a root deep reluctance
to just let go;
wishful thinking is my blind indulgence.
Fall, I say to myself.  If we can just hold on till Fall.

Hose in hand,
I watch the water
slant sparkle
against the unforgiving menace
of sun and cloudless sky,
then bounce splash the dead, dormant dirt.
If it would matter,
I would fall to my knees on the parched earth,
dig the tender leavings by hand,
and clasp them to my rainy heart.
If we can just hold on . . .

Inquiry has brought me
only quaint tales and distraction:

Fear not!  For the Master Gardener will come
to claim this sad herbarium
and take it to the great utopia in the sky!
You will be left with photographs,
lovely parting gifts in probate,
and granite carved grief!

I grit my teeth
and tighten my grip on the hose.

hold on till Fall.

A Flipside poem for Open Link Night at dVerse.

47 comments:

Claudia said...

yep...sometimes it's all about holding on...great metaphor mz

Mary said...

It has been such a dry summer. Poor grass. I hope it can hold on. Water from a hose will make such little difference really. I do hope the mater gardener will work a miracle! Enjoyed this.

Fred Rutherford said...

oh, the last main stanza is outstanding. Excellent piece. You know, the phraseology with dead horse has been ruined for me by Guns N Roses. Every time I hear it I think to that song. lol Just thought I'd mention that piece of useless information for amusement lol

Timoteo said...

I can so identify with this--and no drought here, either--I've just got a "brown" thumb (and everything I try to grow turns to sh*t.)

ayala said...

Great metaphor ! Good write!

Daydreamertoo said...

Hmm... something deep about this. Maybe more to it than watering a dying garden. Lovely imagery though. Hope the watering helped it to make a come back too!
Lovely piece MZ

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

LMFAO!
That has to be the greatest two opening lines i've ever read.
But then, you turn reflective, contemplative, tender, and suddenly i become the small toad under your fountain, contemplating with you.
Loved the slant sparkle
A rainbow fit for a toad
Rick

Heaven said...

Holding on till fall..This is lovely MZ ~

Bodhirose said...

Yes...love those first two lines..something too tells me of more than just dying, parched grass going on here...

Sylvia K said...

This is really, really beautiful, MZ, and very moving! Again I'm amazed at your wonderful talent with words! Thank you!

kaykuala said...

Holding on in the face of adversity is rewarding and expected.Nice write MZ!

Hank

manicddaily said...

Wonderfully written - though so sorry for the terrible drought. k.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Wonderful write--many of us a holding on till fall in our rainy hearts--I love your work!

Beth Winter said...

Excellent metaphor! I can so relate to your poem :)

Brian Miller said...

hoping fall gets here soon enough...but then again we will be feeling the drought well into the next year...in our lives...and pocketbooks...nice touch on the granite relief as well and its allusions...

The Linnet said...

Wow! You got me with this, fantastic :) Hope you don't get hose pipe bans where you are.

hollyannegetspoetic said...

Definitely got to hold onto that hose!

Fireblossom said...

"my rainy heart"

that's just damn fine phrasing.

Uneven Stephen said...

Your opener is fantastic! What a hook; great poem.

Susan said...

Don't give up. I wish I had given mine even a thimble a day. Knowing they have a place in heaven is no recompense. Hold on to that life raft hose, dead horse or no. What you have, to mock the naysayers is stubborn hope, ferocious faith. You are not alone.

Susan Daniels said...

Awesome opening. I am letting my garden die.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Histrionic, humorous and hold on it's only a month away. Loved it, Mosk

Martyn Kerr said...

Such a diverse and intriguing opening. You had me from the start!

hedgewitch said...

You're right, pleading and clasping just doesn't work--it's all about time and change, which are pretty magic.

Karen Maeby said...

I'm so ready for fall.

You can have our rain, it's currently super flooded here from the hurricane that just brushed its way through...

Quotes,Photos and a little Poetry said...

wishful thinking can at times be a good "blind indulgence" dig your write

libithina said...

great metaphor ~ all you can do sometimes is 'hold on' - no matter how fragile the grip - x Lib

Laurie Kolp said...

Keep holding on... it'll be here before we know it.

PattiKen said...

Holding on until... As sad as it is, it seems that this is the way we spend so much of our time. My grip on the garden hose is so tight it howls in pain. Good thing there's no horse...

emmett wheatfall said...

Your first 2 lines had me shouting "Yes!" Opening lines are known to make or break a poem. The rest was just gravy on the main course. I love your work O poet.

flipside records said...

"Lacking a dead horse to beat,
I water the garden." ... Sounds like a wise alternative. I wonder about the fixation you're trying to distract yourself from---what you're inclined to "beat a dead horse" about.

These are my favorite:

"I have a root deep reluctance
to just let go"

"wishful thinking is my blind indulgence"

"I watch the water
slant sparkle"

"bounce splash the dead"

"Inquiry has brought me
only quaint tales and distraction"

"I grit my teeth
and tighten my grip on the hose."

I really like the rhyme of grief/teeth used in the closing.

Great job, MZ. Thanks for playing again. :)

Serena said...

I love the first lines... you are preaching to the choir...
Hose in hand,
I watch the water
slant sparkle
against the unforgiving menace
of sun and cloudless sky...

Yes, yes, I will remember... if I can only hold on

punnypalaver said...

your first line is simply perfect-and the rest really does hold it together

zongrik said...

tightening the grip on the hose, is there more than one meaning to that? in this male-dominated world?

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Chris Lawrence said...

great turns of word and metaphor the whole of it felt good

She Writes said...

I love the way you begin this! I am hooked immediately.

Charles Elliott/Beautyseer said...

Sometimes we hold on until the hose runs dry. The climate catastrophy seems offstage here. Perhaps the speaker does not know that even fall may be a dry wind with fire and destruction, and we have changed the world forever...

Kimolisa said...

Excellent piece, I'm still on the fence about if this is about a lawn or something deeper and emotional. The last stanza caught me off guard, but so beautiful that it worked well, like that bit of salty in a pot of sweet.

flaubert said...

Mama, great use of metaphor throughout this. Lack of rain is disastrous. Wish I could some of ours your way.

Pamela

lookingforroots said...

Oh man. Your first two lines made me smile, but then the whole thing went deeper, and it's really just an excellent bit of writing.

Trying to hold on over here, too.

Grandmother said...

Holding on in Italy in hotter heat than usual. I wrote it about it, too, and so admire what how you spun this one.

CC said...

Hold on. I've wanted to let go many a time. Great poetry.

Sheila said...

yep...tie a knot in the end of the rope...er...hose...and hang on!

mrs mediocrity said...

"but I have a root deep reluctance
to just let go"

i am in love with this... real-life truth becoming perfect metaphor...

lucychili said...

yes i feel this

vivinfrance said...

Our summer has mostly been the opposite, though just now it's lovely. I feel sympathy for all you drought gardeners, and this poem is full of care for the plants. Fall is an interesting word for a European: a different feeling from our Autumn

happygirl said...

In this world you will have trouble, so says the master gardener. And, he didn't lie.
(we're going to pay for this summer with a much higher food bill this year. It's gonna be tough.)