The pots are broken, split and still
They serve as pots for plants that will
Use bits of soil, and we don’t mind,
Unwrap their love with what they find.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Gayle.
Photo: “Growing Everywhere” by the author.
The pots are broken, split and still
They serve as pots for plants that will
Use bits of soil, and we don’t mind,
Unwrap their love with what they find.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Gayle.
Photo: “Growing Everywhere” by the author.
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I see this as a metaphor for life well-lived as we survive and reframe ourselves through experiences that are not always easy. Nice.
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That makes sense. The plants reframe themselves and survive. Thank you, Victoria!
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There is a peace to this
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It is meant to be peaceful. Thank you!
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Franks, You photos are always excellent! There is a feeling of welcome and simple enjoyment in your words. Great writing & shooting.
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Thanks, Jill! I am glad you like the photos as well.
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Plants don’t need pots, just earth and water. We need pots to keep plants where we want them. I like the philosophy in this.
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They don’t and they will get it wherever it is available. There was a little left around the broken pots. Thanks, Jane!
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Something will appreciate the bit that’s left. About a million microscopic insects maybe 🙂
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There are insects there and birds and chipmunks. We put out a bird feeder (which I think was a mistake) this spring. It had to go right above that broken pot because there was no where else to easily hang it. When I moved the pot out of the way the bottom fell out. That’s what you see in the picture. This patio has a cement floor. I am trying to think of some way to maximize the plant growing area of this space. What this picture shows is that I don’t clean up this patio often.
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If it’s cement you don’t need to clean it up. A wooden deck wouldn’t like having soil dumped on it though. Why can’t you just put pots everywhere? We have things like this

to hold pots of herbs and trailing things like geraniums. Because the shelves are staggered, everything gets a fair share of light.
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We do put out a lot of pots. One problem with them is they are round. I would like something rectangular and staggered as in your picture. I was thinking of building the rectangular pieces out of cedar with water catchment below, so water doesn’t drain off as easily and can be stored. We have very little space but we don’t use it as much as we could.
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That would work too. In our town the municipality provides wooden containers either staggered or just huge, for people to put outside on the pavement. The wood they use isn’t high quality, just recuperated stuff so it rots eventually. They line the containers with plastic and they seem to retain the moisture well.
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The peace within humanity and the serenity of what the world needs. Great rhymes and beautiful.
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Thank you, Charlie!
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Your welcome my friend.
I always enjoy reading your work. 🙂
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Nature has her own purpose… as do we.
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Yes, that’s true. Sometimes we even work together. Thanks, Sue!
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Not as often as we should, perhaps.
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”…unwrap their love with what they find …” – Just beautiful
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Thank you, Petru! I’m glad you enjoyed that line.
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Hmmm… weeds use cracked pots. There is a message in this. Great photo and great meditation on the persistence of plant life counter to our best laid plans.
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Mostly they were weeds. There were also Morning Glories. Since they were not in the way of plants we were growing, these weeds can stay and decorate the patio in their own way until winter comes and we clean the area. Thanks, Charley!
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You are welcome, Frank!
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This is beautiful Frank. Local people use the broken pieces in the bottom of new pots for indoor plants to stop the water draining too quickly.
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The idea of stopping water draining too quickly is a good one. I think I’ll try it. Thanks, Xenia!
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You are very welcome! ☺
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Nicely done, Frank, and I love the image!
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Thanks, Kim! I am glad you liked the poem and photo.
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Totally charming, Frank. I find beauty in those little sprouts of plants that pop up…some with the most beautiful teeny, tiny flowers on them.
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They are beautiful. I don’t know where they come from, but I am glad to see their eagerness to grow. Thank you, Gayle!
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Lovely flow…I like that they broke free from the pots..
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These pots were unused because they were broken, but there was some soil in them. I’m glad the plants took advantage of it. Thanks, Alison!
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The best love (and gardening) is the one that works with what’s already there. Brilliant.
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We do plant some on purpose and some mints for teas. The plants picked these spots themselves and I have no reason to disturb them. Winter will do that. Thanks, Magaly!
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Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous ❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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It could be a metaphor for life itself. The broken bits that make us. Lovely lines 🙂
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Thank you! It is a metaphor for life. I am glad you liked it.
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Love the verse and pictures. The verse is short, beautiful and to the point: OK, the metaphor is like this. A crackpot grows beautiful things. Well, that explains me.
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That’s a good, but unexpected, explanation of the metaphor. That would explain me as well. Thanks, Walter!
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Your image was from the same session as the one you posted on my photography site; a true artist & poet, you move slowly and gather much knowledge & beauty midst the stopped-motion; nice job.
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Yes, it was the same session. All those photos came from plants growing within a few feet of each other where we placed the broken pots. Thank you, Glenn!
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There’s something about red clay that enhances green plants. Your photo is beautiful, and the words eloquent!
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I like red clay pots as well. They are heavy and break, but they are simple and beautiful. I am glad you liked the photo and poem, Beverly!
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My humble take home message: with a life of quality, we can make do with more love and much fewer resources. Fantastic.
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That is a good take home message. Thank you, Alwi!
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Lovely!
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Thank you, Ayala!
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Yup…broken doesn’t mean lost!
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I will probably find some other use for the broken pots. Thank you!
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Very timely. Thank you. 🙂
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Thank you, Shannon!
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Beauty can be found in broken things. Nice write and photo!
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What’s broken is often very beautiful and whole in other ways. Thanks, Lynn!
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Somehow the post for me was reminiscent of idea of death,
The mortal remains…
Enveloping life..
Quietus.. Buried..
Now Constituting, Life..
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Yes, that makes sense to me: rebirth after being buried like a plant. Thank you!
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Lovely, Frank. I enjoyed this.
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Thank you, Robbie!
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Very much the organic work of the mind reaching down and writing a poem about what it finds there.
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That’s a good way of describing it. Thanks, Brendan!
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So many places broken pots could take you.
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Even if they are thrown away, but it is nice to reuse something like that. Thank you, Annell!
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Perhaps it, and in metaphor, we, are not as broken as we think?
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I agree. We aren’t as broken as we seem. Thanks, Paul!
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I loved the inspiration hidden here. It’s really worth making things moving on out of the scratch we have in our lives.
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Thank you! It is an optimistic perspective even if those plants eventually die in that small amount of soil. We can move on past life’s scratches.
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Yes, so true.Thanks for a positive post!
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All that is broken or cracked has a hidden beauty and use all its own, you just need to find it.
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Yes, there are many uses for things that don’t fit their original use any more. Just taking a photo of them is a new use they have. Thank you, Marina!
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Plants are very inspiring. I like the way you describe this process in a few choice words. As your morning glories do, you make a lot of beauty with a few little bits.
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed the conciseness of the poem. A four-line common meter poem I sometimes think of as an English haiku.
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I was going to say that is is very much like a haiku!
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Sagacious! I’ve learned so much from you, sir. Thank you for the encouragement delivered in the staccato caper.
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Thank you, Colin!
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Use bits of soil, and we don’t mind,
Unwrap their love with what they find
In life one sees fit to pick up the pieces and start anew to overcome any unfortunate happenings. Very true Frank!
Hank
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The broken pot was unfortunate. The pieces you see are the bottom of that pot when I lifted it. There are now pieces to pick up and reuse in some other way perhaps. Thanks, Hank!
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Yes, nothing is ever really over and done with, is it. Nicely portrayed.
Steve K.
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Something always happens next. Thank you, Steve!
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Love the photo. Reminds me of the idea of repurposing broken clay pots….using them in the bottom of other pots for drainage…….recycling if you will.
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I think I will use these pieces for drainage as you mention. I did like that pot. Thanks, Lillian!
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There’s something beautiful, very real, about broken terracotta pottery–even though it’s broken, it retains substance and strength (to me).
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There are still a few uses for it and I did made use of it in the photo. They are a beautiful red. Thanks, Jael!
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Indeed they are–you’re most welcome 🙂
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The bottom of the pot fell out when I lifted it and some soil came with it. I just left it in the corner and life took advantage while it could of that opportunity. Thanks, Fred!
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SMiLes..
Frank..
True..
Chaos
makes its
Advantage LiFE..;)
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This is beautiful! I enjoyed reading the comments too. Thanks for sharing 🙂
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Thank you, Leila!
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I have been this broken pot ❤️ thank you for the reminder! Glad I found tou
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I think we are all broken, but we can make the repairs even better than the original. Even if we seem to fail at that, there is always hope. Thank you for your comment and best wishes!
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I am happy to have found you! If you get a chance check me out! I feel like I am reading the words of a long lost relative 🙂
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I don’t see a URL to your blog linked to your name, but I would be interested in seeing your writing.
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that is weird that it is not coming up! Hope you enjoy what you find 🙂
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It should be fixed now.. 🙂
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I see it now. I am following you. Looking forward to your posts.
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