Finally, time to respond to Tricia’s Poetry Stretch at The Miss Rumphius Effect. It’s been awhile. She inspired us with a Karla Kuskin poem, “Write about a Radish”.
Here’s my attempt:
we waited for moonrise
atop the roof
while the beets grew
lesser moons below
in the garden soil
we forgot to plow
stars flickered
as we tried remembering
constellations
and slugs harvested
garden greens
in the garden soil
we forgot to plow as
we waited for moonrise
atop the roof
It also fits the prompt at Sunday Scribblings: harvest.
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Jone Rush MacCulloch 
Oh, this is lovely. As someone who forgets lots of things, especially and most favoritely yardwork, I was really captured in this moment. Thanks for sharing this poem.
this refrain “in the garden soil / we forgot to plow” keeps turning in my head, like the moment right after the movement stopped and eyes shifted upward toward the moon. there’s no name for that shift in attention i know of, where you lose yourself to what is calling you, but this captures it nicely.
my attempt at the stretch came out rather… er, unromantic.
Jone,
I love your poem! I think it works well without punctuation. I had hoped to participate in Tricia’s Poetry Stretch–but I’ve been without my computer most of the week. I have to borrow my husband’s computer when he isn’t using it. Very frustrating!
Wonderful! I want to watch the moon rise tonight. I think it’s full, isn’t it? Lovely poem!
Our life pace is such that we could all learn to slow down our steps into the future.
Thank you!
Lovely, Jone. I read it to my self and then aloud. So dreamy and restful.
This poem is going into my notebook…as a reminder to slow down. “we forgot to plow as/we waited for moonrise/atop the roof.” So beautiful!