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Sunday, March 18, 2012

The Garden


Magpie Photo Prompt #109 - Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison


He tried in vain to regain a slice of sanity. She was gone. He thought of her in her plastic clogs, rusty shovel in loamy hand, poking at the empty rows that were once her garden. He wondered how nature could be so cruel to her, innocent and mercurial, her knarled fingers unable to stave off the inevitable. The weeds and upstarts had conspired against her in an all-out attempt to rid her of their space. Her faded beauty had perished with her and the earth lay fallow before him. He hated the garden. He loathed nature. He despised the ticking of time. He relented for one moment and the madness swallowed him again.



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36 comments:

  1. You've created several metaphors in so few sentences. Read it several times they, and the back stories swallow my imagination! Excellent !

    Rick

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    1. Thank you Rick...the photo is totally intriguing, isn't it!

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  2. I am slowly reading it as i imagine someone is telling it to me with full of emotions... Love it!

    JJRod'z

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  3. Nice write...I love the garden tie-in...

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  4. Thanks Tess...I couldn't get past the "time" element of the photo either...gears, garden... Love Mag and the opportunity to write what comes to mind. Laurel

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  5. he does look mad doing all that, doens't he?

    angular acceleration

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    1. What other guy would sees gears in the ground??? LOL! Thanks for visiting. Laurel

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  6. nice...i think the time element works well with this...and the garden...and def his feelings after losing her too...in that the slip to madness becomes and easy one...

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    1. mmmm....spoken like a guy with some familiarity to loss:) Thanks for your kind words, Brian. Laurel

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  7. I like the way you went with this. The photo screamed time to me.

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  8. I too went out in the garden..... for the first time today (since winter) and raked up all the little gifts my dog had left. I totally understand the loathing ..... =D yes I do! Your response is so very expressive, with little nuances and heartwarming details. Thank you for sharing this sad tale of weeds and woe, Laurel.

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    1. Thanks Linda...I'm not much of a gardener myself, but I do always love one...could someone else just do it for me??? Ha. Ha. laurel

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  9. Great imagery. This makes me want to know more by pulling me in. Nicely done.

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  10. Wonderful...nicely written. I really enjoyed myself.
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  11. You brought the grieving man to life for me ... I felt his loss.

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    1. I agree...I broke my arm a couple of years ago, and I couldn't do anything. It gave me great sympathy with folks who deal with impairments their whole lives. Thanks for sharing, Kristen. Laurel

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  13. I liked this. You conveyed the man's feelings and grief as he struggled with the inevitable passing of time, and loss of his beloved.

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    1. Grief sometimes feels like "madness" as we struglle to deal with it. Thanks for sharing, Christine. Laurel

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  14. That last line is killer Laurel....grief is a powerful thing.

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  15. This is so eerily powerful; I can feel the guy's insanity creeping about between the lines, his grief overwhelming him, and that slash in the ground getting ready to swallow him ... very cool.

    http://nsaynne.wordpress.com/2012/03/22/the-rip/

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    1. Thank you Sharon. I appreciate your feedback very much. Must go check out yours:)

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  16. Haunting. Succinct. I loved it.

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Thanks for visiting my blog. I appreciate all those who share and leave their comments very much. Laurel

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