The Mini Troubadoura's Love Letter to Nature and Heritage

  Photo Credit Ursula Gruber Jacobs 2020  No dear, he is Geranium robertianum, and I love him. Yes, it is true, he smells of stinky arm pits. Sprawls out like a tent city on your lawn. Takes over. But please, see him like I see him. In the cool of the dusk, under sword fern and shade. A plant profile could not illustrate the feel of his spiny kiss, held to nose.     Breathe   Take him in. I took him in. Gave a place of prominence in a pot. Showcased among the chamomile and lemon balm. Saw what he does if you let him. He is not a weed. I am not a statistic. We shine my friend.      "Herb-robert was traditionally used as an antiseptic, as well as to treat stomach upset and nosebleeds . Its leaves are edible and used by some to make tea. They have also been used crushed and rubbed on the skin as an insect repellent".                                                        The Woodland Trust https://www.woodlandtrust.org.uk › plants › wild-flowers    

En.Wikiqoute.org  Gray one poem, Black one poem or all one poem, madness in the mixing             Oh, how cliche, to yearn and pine                                        ( Oh, how cliche) To linger awkwardly, toe the line,                                       (to moan and whine) When words, breath and thoughts combine                     ( to bury deep) I am swooning, clutching chest                                   (this truth I find)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Oh, what the fool I seem to be                                       (Oh taste of muse) To duck and dodge, to turn and flee                             (and smells of pine) yet still I sigh impatiently,                                             (Like fingertips inside my mind)                 {waiting for

                Like laces     Tied and tumbling                                    Mute   Like laces tied and tumbling Stagger, fits and starts Like laces tied I am stumbling                    Frozen. Caress the sky with gaze                                                                                                                                                                                The earth pulled out from under me                                                                                                                                                                  I don't know what to say

Dread has this heavy feeling Rock in my tummy And this city leaves ash in my eyes So I take to the woods Moss cushioned steps and words I can't take back But I would not If I could? I would string them like pine cones Like pearls around my neck Red and blue?  That shit's for you  Smoke it by yourself

I have stumbled through brush and covered my eyes Shut off the news so I do not entertain lies And I still can't get this taste out my mouth

It is what it is To cut open your belly and bleed out on stage To open one's eyes and be caught by surprise  that other's stare back through the haze Oh, what it is To take all one's pain Give birth to a dirge as you mourn on the page