I sowed a garden I could call my own.
With love, I planted seeds and watched them sprout;
looked on with pride at each plant fully grown.
When weeds shot up, I quickly plucked them out.
The blossoms were so pleasing to behold,
with colours bright and fragrances so fine.
They brought me warmth and cheer when it was cold;
these verses, fruit of this old soul of mine.
But if you think I speak immodestly,
comparing my rude verse to nature's skill;
your condemnation matters not to me.
For I can draw analogies at will,
and now my polyanthea's complete,
a rose by any name would smell as sweet.
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Author Notes
Today's word: polyanthea (n.) a literary collection, an anthology.
I love today's word, I think it has a sweet sound to it. Since I've just recently published my first own little anthology (a collection of poems), I thought it appropriate to use that as the subject. Also adding to the appeal of today's word is that it literally means "many flowers", hence the garden theme. My scribblings may not mean much to anyone but myself, but to me they are very much like a garden, on a number of levels.
Thanks for reading.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occured to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
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