Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Woodgardener

 
He plants the seeds to see them grow -
each one a Destiny - go, life, go!
What isn't yet waits to become -
vessels murmur, forces hum.
Some will gain and some will fade -
hope re-kindled, hope relayed.
And so he sees his garden made.

10 comments:

  1. Very lovely visual and verbal composition, Faisal.

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    1. Thank you, Michael. In amongst the hard labour of gardening, it's nice to drop tools and attend to something more delicate and conceptual, and less labour-intensive!

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  2. Very nice work with the wood and the words.

    Loved the little nest especially.

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    1. Thank you Shirley, and thank you for Following! Other lives (and beaks) were involved in the creation of the nest, I have to confess...

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  3. dear faisal, the words and images are perfect. I love them. I'm sure the beaks would be pleased at such a use for the product of their labour after they had finished with it.

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  4. It's wonderful working with natural materials, Catmint. For me there's so much more content in them. Let's hope the birds with the beaks are flying with joy!
    Thank you. Faisal.

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  5. Lovely post, images and text.

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  6. What isn't yet waits to become

    I really liked that Faisal
    what a good gardener you are!

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  7. Ah Demie, that's so good of you to say that. I believe in potential, as you do, do you not? To me, the first priority of gardening is to love it. The rest will follow.

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