not for their taste
but because they sprout first
we plant the radish seeds—
meanwhile I say to the clock,
slower, please, just a little bit slower
May 18, 2015 by Rosemerry
not for their taste
but because they sprout first
we plant the radish seeds—
meanwhile I say to the clock,
slower, please, just a little bit slower
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged parenting, poem, poetry, radish, time | 2 Comments
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Those last two lines, perfect. Such a great turn in the poem, from thinking ahead to thinking behind.
once again, what anon said. that closing couplet turns the poem, faces it in a different direction, fans it out, cradles it in a different and more contemplative and compassionate hand.