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.......political allegory
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Tending his ailing garden a quiet hard-working man knocked over a box of fresh fat earthworms. Unexpectedly freed, and eager to accomplish their tasks, many dozens of wrigglers bid each other farewell and scattered towards the withering plants. Within moments they'd burrowed into the hardening soil and had disappeared. Amused with the spectacle, a proud Rose turned to a Sunflower and blustered:
“Look at those dummies. I hate worms! And I hate you because you always turn towards the sunlight!”
“I hate you too, because you are red and smell like funerals!” The Sunflower rebutted angrily.
“I loathe you,” the Rose returned heatedly, “because you are taller than me and colored a despicable yellow.”
“I despise you with all my being you Janus-faced rose.” the Sunflower cried back passionately. “I despise you because you are full of thorns that wound unexpectedly and represent love.”
Below them the earthworms chuckled. One, poking his head up from the soil, turned impassively towards the arguing flowers and, after stretching up as far as he could, said:
“If it wasn’t for us, both of you would get root-bound and die.”
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| Reviewed by Douglas Bentley |
9/9/2012 |
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Only you Richard could write this.
PURE **CEDERBERG** |
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| Reviewed by Gloria Gay |
9/9/2012 |
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| I'll be wondering what's going on at night in my garden! Wonderful description and imagination! |
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| Reviewed by Christine Tsen |
9/8/2012 |
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Surely a virtuoso wrote this absolutely entertaining banquet of a poem!
Many Blessings,
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Diana Legun |
9/4/2012 |
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| Pure brilliance! ~~ Diana |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
9/4/2012 |
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Lots of irony here. Politics sure is a can of worms that most writers here won't open. Sure glad you did. Short and instructive at the same time.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger |
9/4/2012 |
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Richard ~
A wonderful exchange between flowers and the earth worm
as a referee. A whimisical poem. I delight in your
awesome flair.
Lady Mary Ann |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
9/3/2012 |
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RIGHT between the eyes, Richard. Loved this one. But wouldn't mind being surrounded by despicable yellow. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather |
9/3/2012 |
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| collective mess per usual. |
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| Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle |
9/3/2012 |
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haha.... this worm's-eye-view of vitriol and vanity is quite refreshing, and oh-so-apropos for labour day! Reminds me of Sir Elton John's lovely song about "a gardener like that one... no-one can replace..." This one gets you where you live... nicely written, richard...
Roger |
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| Reviewed by Joy Hale |
9/3/2012 |
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Richard,
Your clever use of words and of the dialogue of flowers conversing with one another, verbalizing their dislike of their fellow flower is imagination personified. A most amusing take on the political scene. Very well done and appreciated; I have missed your posts during my four month absence... what better way to return than to view your delicious humor!
Joy L. Hale |
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| Reviewed by Odin Roark |
9/3/2012 |
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| But wait a minute. Those flowers "built it," the color, the strength, the fragrance, the essence of what it is. They didn't need any stinking worms, right? They built themselves, themselves. Sorry, if this was not your point, but after a morning of current events review of the past week, my head was rather fixed on the glory of me, me, meism. Even the wonderful flower has its own infrastructure, rules of nature, DEPENDENCE on a little of something out there, don't they? |
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