My submission to Tony’s prompt for dVerse Poetics. He asks us to address the evolution of our own poetic lives. Think about it, write about it and meet us at the Poetry Pub! And a special THANK YOU to Brian and Claudia for keeping the doors of this wonderful poetry community wide open. The change of schedule is perfect!
Organic Gardening
better known as the circle of life.
Photo: V. Slotto
I watched a rose evolve—
bare root to bush to fullest bloom.
I watched it wilt before surrendering
its petal to the loam.
I watched a tree evolve—
a seed to sapling to full height.
I watched it offer fruit before
surrendering to the wind.
I watched a boy evolve—
a babe to child to full-grown man.
I watched him slowly ebb before
surrendering to the earth.
Photo: Ebon Heath
I’ve tasted much of death,
thus trust in the unknown.
It’s in this mystery
my poetry is born.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
Wow. Great reminder that we are made of the same stuff of all of nature…powerful piece, Victoria!
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i like the images you use to make your point… the growing and withering…the birthing something from what is perishable… beautiful victoria
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Pain and loss can catapult us into writing.
This was a wonderful piece. 🙂
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this is very beautiful and perfectly expressed! love the photo as well! thank you 🙂
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As you said.. the circle of life in so many aspects… like the wheel that turn the poetry… I can clearly understand this.
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Very beautiful! a poignant piece Victoria….words helping to think aloud so be them inconclusive and yet leave a mark
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I really liked the garden theme here. How so like a bud we open and bloom expressing, in words, our life experiences.
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Ah yes, I think having lived a number of years & having experienced the miracles of birth, followed by the unknowns along the way, and then the eventuality of death does play a part in the way I write poetry too. We just never know what we will find along the journey…or when it will end. Poetry helps a person savor the moments, as they are, WHILE they are.
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Beautifully expressed, loved the evolution of verse.
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Glorious, Victoria; life experience in poetry…
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Sorry for the loss you have known …. And life and death makes us question it all …. And poetry is a wonderful way to express it.
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Beautiful metaphors tell a painful but positive story. Lovely poem.
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yes, death does water the soil. I’m sorry for your loss ~
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An excellent metaphor for the flowering of a poet. Bravo.
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The mystery you speak of is a matter of much elaborate discussiion work and study…..it draws from us words like blood flowing
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Mam its a honor to have you alone in the pub………… your write was such a inspiration………
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My heart goes out for you knowing death so intimately. Love the different stages the beginning – the end of each verse Vick.
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To each of these things, growth thrives as do our words in the inklings of life.
Beautifully shared!
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This is so delicate, so carefully “cultivated”, and so revealing. What an exquisite poem that evokes your “raison d’etre” and your poetic impulse.
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growth and letting go. that’s what life is about. love this.
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I think our poetry is oftentimes birthed by the quest for understanding the unknown…you speak volumes on this, Victoria. Bless people as yourself who have been willing and gracious to be with those who are passing on. What a courageous service you perform.
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sorry for your loss – maybe your poetry celebrates the life
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Ah very well said Victoria! So much beauty in truth and actually, it is truth that is easier to write and wonderful to read because the reader can connect to, smiles.
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there is much we dont know…much mystery even in what we think we do know….and plenty we will never understand…and in that we can most certainly find verse….and a place to ask our questions…
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Loved how each stanza was about growth and the eventual surrender to Earth… and how your poetry is birthed out of the unknown!
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