Tuesday, October 26, 2010


Season after season
I live, I give
succor, seeds, scent~

My soul force spent
in sweet service
to beauty and to life~

My life force spent
No sacrament amiss
Now kiss...
 me with your compost knife.



  1. Beautiful.. particularly in monochrome.

  2. Bonnie, this is quite evocative. You stunned and surprised me with that compost knife. I don't know what it is, but to demand a kiss with it is a compelling way to end this poem about a woman's service to beauty. You've got me humming now . . .

  3. You never cease to enlighten me with your posts and your photographs. Especially when a sharp instrument demands a kiss!!

    Hope your hand is healing and receiving lots of kisses of health :)

  4. Loved the poem, Bonnie!
    A female Leonard Cohen!

  5. a gorgeous intense image!!! steven

  6. This is really wonderful, Bonnie. The last stanza is particularly compelling, setting me up so nicely with the 'no sacrament amiss' and then stabbing me with that memorable compost knife.

  7. I love how your image matches your poem and the edge of humor at the end. I also enjoyed your fall foliage in the post below.


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