Thursday, August 5, 2010

Magpie 26


























The watering can sat there entwined in vines, just as it had been entwined in her hands... in her life.  She had long since turned... first in color, gradually.  Then in substance... fingers... arms... becoming limber cane.  Feet rooted deep in the soil, leaves sprouted from her fingers and hair... The garden, which had thrived with her human nurturing, now grew wild and robust with her spirit. 
D2010

Magpie Tales

17 comments:

  1. Dianne, this is wonderful, did you write this? I wanted more!!!

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  2. How beautiful and thought provoking, I love your posts.

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  3. wow-the imagery is wonderful- and the poem read like a painting.

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  4. How lovely. I enjoyed reading it.

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  5. Dianne, just thought I'd let you know that your link from Magpie is going to last week's entry not this one.

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  6. This is lovely. Especially the ending!

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  7. Wonderfully written! It leaves the reader wanting more. Great post!

    -Weasel

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  8. Loved this. Also checked your profile and find that you are from Florida Gulf Coast - where I was born and grew up! Thank you for visiting my blog today, too.

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  9. Thought provoking. Nice work, Dianne.

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  10. This is so beautiful Diane and I adore the picture

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  11. oh very magical magpie...nice write!

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  12. I really like this poem,the garden thrived with her human nurturing...

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  13. Short but such deep meaings and thought provoking, I really like it.
    Christine

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  14. A lovely Magpie! I particularly like your last line.

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  15. I too loved the last line. Very nice. Thanks for visiting me
    Katherine

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  16. beautiful weaving of words and images Dianne, this is really fabulous!
    oxo

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