Photo: V. Slotto
English Peas
Alternative Poetry
Our garden is my poem
and my prayer.
I wander through bright colors,
aroma-filled joy.
For now, my pen, abandoned,
lies in wait.
I hurry to the one
needing my care,
and leave behind lavender-
scented air.
Love blooms this moment,
here or there.
Photo: V. Slotto
Today I am guest-hosting for dVerse Quadrille. The word for this prompt is GARDEN, reflecting one of the joys of summer. In August, the harvest begins to reach its peak. Farmers and backyard growers rejoice in the fruits (and veggies and flowers) of their labor. I hope to see many of you at the pub, sipping and sharing your word-gardens. Victoria
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
Beautiful poem and flowers, Victoria. Love the expression of your garden as a poem and a prayer! Amen. They are Divine and a poem that changes and shifts with the seasons. 🙏
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That’s a lovely poem, Victoria!
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So beautiful, Victoria. Love this cultivated garden of words.
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I like your sweetly-scented alternative poetry, Victoria!
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I’m inhaling the refreshing aromas through this write!😊
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I admire especially the final couplet ~
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This was beautiful, Victoria. Love blossoms where we give our attention.
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So good to see you back, Victoria!
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That sounds like my day…leaving my computer and inside chores to tend to my gardens outside in the raging heat.
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It must be so good to have a garden when you need a break from the caregiving… hope you have a wonderful and rich harvest.
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A lovely poem. Well done.
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A beautiful balancing act in this piece from your longing for the garden to your dedication to your loved one, and then the resolve that it all is the same in the end….love and nurturing. So nice to see you, Victoria.
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Lovely poignant poem and beautiful flowers in the photo. Gardens and love both need tending.
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So good to have you back, Vic. Your voice and wit and heart have been missed. I’m a tad confused by “I hurry to the lone n needing my care.” It’s probably your husband, but it could be your Muse and your pen.
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oh i love the feeling of so much love and peace in this piece.
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This is incredibly heart-stirring, Victoria 💝 I love the image of the garden as poem and prayer. 😍
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I love this:
“Our garden is my poem
and my prayer.”
Simple and yet so profound.
Thank you. ❤
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Lovely photo and lovely words. We often forget the scent of flowers as so many of the showy varieties are scentless.
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what a delightful rhyme and gifted summary of your life just now … and those peas and blooms! Lovely Victoria
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A garden is a poem – a picture poem that one can enjoy in the moment. Oh, I love to eat those peas out of the pods. I haven’t
had any this year.
Thank you for hosting – and your garden poem is inspiring.
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A beautiful poem and photos as well. Love the virtual garden you show us.
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Oh, such a beautiful piece! I enjoy the theme of how love blossoms within the narrator where ever they go, either in the garden or elsewhere where they are needed. That brought a smile to my face. A very lovely piece. I also thank you for today’s prompt, it was very fun to write for!
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