I bury words in the lawn to grow sentences that will bud with the spring thawThanks for reading Paul’s Substack! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.
Oh my goodness!!! You have no idea how much you just reached out and touched me!
At my grandfather and grandmother’s 50th wedding anniversary I opened all the gifts and then my grandfather gave my grandmother a box, just a plain cardboard box. Inside was a piece of willow that 52 years before he heads carved VB loves RC, inside of a heart. There were iron hearted Cowboys crying openly.
Maple tree’s been tapped. Sap’s texture is syrup on pancakes . Words flow out it the bottle transposed into rivers that stick to ribs ripples and winter thoughts tendered in melted snow. Spring rises , summer pushes growth cycles continue for a little while longer. All nourished by flapjacks grains ground where words were found delivered in a one- two punch.
We're finally getting mild Spring weather but many areas across the country are facing rain, tornadoes & flooding—I hope the weather calms down for everyone
I imagined myself a word to be buried
And I started becoming awfully scared
Because dirt's upon me because it's dark
Because I might never yet hear a lark
Because to wait to bloom is to dread
Because I'm staying forever dead
You are blossoming, even as we speak, Chen.
in the wrong direction, lol
thank you, Paul🪄
Oh no
🩵oh don't mind me, really...I need to be institutionalized already. or so it feels
We are collectively in the institution. Planet earth. Dare to breathe. Please
💕also true
I sometimes bury my words in obtuse linkages that defy all understanding.
I love that so much! Bury me in the field with a handful of acorns…..
Nice to hear from you again, Hudson. I think it might be nice to have my ashes planted with a 🌲
I fully support that!!! I think of all the critters it would help. 💪🫶
And lovers could carve hearts and boys could scratch initials and Dads could hang a swing or build a treehouse and life could just go on
Oh my goodness!!! You have no idea how much you just reached out and touched me!
At my grandfather and grandmother’s 50th wedding anniversary I opened all the gifts and then my grandfather gave my grandmother a box, just a plain cardboard box. Inside was a piece of willow that 52 years before he heads carved VB loves RC, inside of a heart. There were iron hearted Cowboys crying openly.
So utterly clever!
Thank you, Gloria
Lovely metaphors, Paul, in the spirit of spring.
Thank you, Shondra!
Well done Paul,
Excellent & beautiful
Let me share with you:
I love to sow some of words on the compose heap of my creativity, surprises follow Jim
Thank you, Jim—Subscribed!
Maple tree’s been tapped. Sap’s texture is syrup on pancakes . Words flow out it the bottle transposed into rivers that stick to ribs ripples and winter thoughts tendered in melted snow. Spring rises , summer pushes growth cycles continue for a little while longer. All nourished by flapjacks grains ground where words were found delivered in a one- two punch.
Thank you for your generous comment, Richard.
I love this expression of nurturing words and their growth into sentences.
Great images here, Paul. Thank you for this.
Thanks, Steve, I appreciate your comment.
Nature speaks!
We're finally getting mild Spring weather but many areas across the country are facing rain, tornadoes & flooding—I hope the weather calms down for everyone
Planting the seeds.. :)
Thank you!
Thank you, An!
Grateful to @Lavinia king for sharing this—Thank You!
Thank you, @Yara!
Grateful to @Dave pearen for the restack, Thank You.
Thanks to @Fotini Masika for restacking this piece
Paul, Paul, you enthrall, How does your Garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells and one damn petunia
Do Ruby Begonia ring a bell?