
That patch of earth I think I know so well
where I garden mostly still and mostly silent
In my stillness and my silence, I notice details
hues of petals, bend of foliage, feel of damp, dark dirt
Purple, green, and brown, I attend to with a focus
while my little ones play games outside nearby
My children play nearby as I work my garden
hopping over shadows, ringing trees in their games
In their shadow play and games of hugging trees,
they see a different yard than what I see
This novel yard is one of many viewpoints
seen through giggles and running spirals as they play
Their giggling, running view attends another focus than
that patch of earth I think I know so well

The Day Twenty-seven prompt is to write a “duplex” variation of a sonnet. Like a typical sonnet, a duplex has fourteen lines. It’s organized into seven, two-line stanzas. The second line of the first stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the second stanza, the second line of the second stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the third stanza, and so on. The last line of the poem is the same as the first.
This poem was inspired by a piece in The Marginalian called “The Art of Looking: Eleven Ways of Viewing the Multiple Realities of Our Everyday Wonderland”.
Photo was taken long ago of the iris garden in our front yard in Troy, MI.
Wonderful musings on perspective!
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Thank you.
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You’ve presented a beautiful example of the “duplex” sonnet – and apart from form, a thought-provoking poem. I’m headed outside right now (before I finish morning reads) to observe progress since yesterday with my first-this-year crinum bloom stalk – anticipation comes from the being still with my “garden” and noticing day-to-day growth. Spring!
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I love the anticipation of blooming at this time of year. It makes walking to the mailbox and around the block a joy. Thank you for your kind words, Jazz. Hope your week is lovely.
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I really like the hoops and circles in this within and through which the subjects have to leap.
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Thank you for your comment, Graham.
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Children’s worlds
Mama’s gravitas
Orbit home
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Well done. I love the way this flows, in lilts and pauses. I could just picture it.
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Thank you, VJ.
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I opted not to attempt this prompt and, after reading you outstanding duplex, I’m glad I did. I’m sure I could never manage nearly as well as you’ve done here, LuAnne, YOWZAgood. Thanks
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Your poem flows as gently as the iris blossoms unfurl. The iris here are just about to flower and it’s one of my favorite moments of gardening every year. Happy Springtime, LuAnne!
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Very sweet. Thank you.
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