There’s order somewhere in this garden space. I tuck the sheets and toss the blanket tight. I wash the dishes daily, wipe my face To carry with me courage for the night. Dreams help order what I ought to do Summarizing stuff with morning light. Today there may be some I shall get through! I’ll plant them. Watch them grow and check their height. This all depends on trust. That’s hard to find. I know that if I did this on my own I’d often go astray or fall behind. Who is that hoeing offering his aid? I tend to think I’m on this walk alone, But we’re both planting dreams though some may fade.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Laura Bloomsbury offers the theme of “order” featuring Elizabeth Jennings. My poem is based on thinking about Jennings’ sonnet The Garden. I took the photos some time ago with different seasonal views of the Chicago Botanic Garden.

thank for joining the prompt with a very nice invocation of her ‘Garden’, including the 4 to 3 stanza form switch. Yours was a gentle look and these lines struck me most
“Dreams help order what I ought to do
Summarizing stuff with morning light.”
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Thank you, Laura, for bringing Elizabeth Jennings to our attention.
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I love what a garden can do to you… or maybe life is a lot like that garden…
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An orderly seem does seem like a garden. Thank you, Bjorn!
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I like to think of planting a garden of dreams! Beautiful write, Frank.
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Thank you, Beverly!
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Love the idea of planting dreams. Gorgeous photos.
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Thank you, Magarisa!
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Such spiritual concepts here that resonate with me. Lovely!
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Thank you, Jade! I am glad they resonate with you.
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You’re welcome.
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Lovely, brings to mind “A Field of Dreams”, plant them and they shall grow; love your point of view.
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It is good to plant those that one can. Thank you, Glenn!
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“But we’re both planting dreams though some may fade” That line is going to stick with me, it’s such a haunting, yet hopeful line. Thank you
The Lonely Recluse
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Thank you!
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Very philosophical Frank. Trust is indeed hard won, (k)
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Thank you, Kerfe!
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A beautiful garden and a beautiful dream like quality to your poem.
Dreams help order what I ought to do
Summarizing stuff with morning light
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Thank you, Dwight!
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Very beautifully written, Frank. As usual. 🙂
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Thank you!
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So beautiful – the garden, dream – your poetry!
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Thank you, Pragalbha!
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This is beautiful, Frank! 🙂
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Thank you, Sascha!
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Dreams and flowers make life so much more meaningful … well composed!
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Thank you, Kate!
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always a pleasure Frank
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I like the shift from the daily order to the night-time order of dreams, Frank, and the idea of planting dreams together.
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Thank you, Kim!
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Love is The Dream
That Needs Not
Fade As Long
As Love Breathes
Fire oF LiGHT
Without JusT Smoke And Ashes
SMiLes Frank Honing Up Painting
My Tom Hank’s ‘Castaway’ Wilson Ball
For It’s True When We Paint That Ball We Paint God..
Comes in
Real Handy
Never Castaway
ThiS Way Away From: LoVE WiTHiN to:
Voila LeSSoN Castaway or Not Even Here..:)
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Thank you, Fred!
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😁
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I’ve written a lot about a garden’s contradictory acceptance and resistance to order. A lovely invocation of the phenomenon! (And a neat hat tip to Jennings in the form)
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Thank you, Xan!
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I found these words very touching, Frank.
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Thank you, Robbie!
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Order of Nature
Free How Far
Away We May Bee..
or
Bird
BReaTHE..:)
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Thank you, Fred!
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Have a Great
Week Frank!..:)
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