dVerse Poetics: Fantasia!

Today at the dVerse Poets Pub, Lillian is our guest pubtender and prompter. She has used a poem from Carl Sandburg to spur us on, to help us to delve inside our fantasies and write. In fact, we are to use the word phantasy, fantasy, etc. in our poems. Come visit us on this fantastic journey! http://dversepoets.com/2016/04/12/poetics-fantasia/

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Fantasia in Green and Sun
I shuffle the packets through my fingers like magical cards. The pictures tease me, lure me. Fantasies of green project from my mind onto the patch of loamy brown soil. Looking at the almanac to chart the moon phases in the coming weeks The next week, full moon, will be for planting those things that grow above ground – tomatoes, green peas, yellow squash, cucumbers, snap beans, zucchini, okra, peppers, greens. The end of April, in the dark of the moon, those things that grow beneath the surface in the dark of the earth: potatoes, carrots, radishes, beets, turnips. Old fashioned flowers and clover around the border.  An old fashioned girl, I plant by the moon and the size of oak leaves. I honor the earth with compost of carefully recycled scraps and soil gathered with care and thanksgiving from beneath forest leaves raked aside and then carefully raked back to cover the spot.  Soil trundled to the site and distributed from end to end, worked in with hoe.

Sitting on my back steps in the cold of early spring, watching the fire of dawn split the black horizon, wrapped in my grandmother’s quilt sipping coffee and having converse with and listening to the morning birds. The mellow temple chime of the cardinals proudly proclaiming, “Here! Over here, over here!”. The trilling of the wrens and the glass chime tinkle of the finches and from my old friends whom I have named Peat and Repeat – the mockingbird and the brown thrasher – all the sounds of the other birds and magically, the opening notes of the theme from the Xfiles, carefully and patiently taught, joyfully poured forth without stint.

I look at the patch of bare earth and fantasies play like a wonderful movie behind my eyes – a fantasy of tender green shoots and tendrils, then exotic blooms of squash and peas, beans and tomatoes; various sizes and shapes of bright yellow. Little suns that drop to earth and leave behind the beginnings of meals, pickles, relishes – all the be shared or hoarded during drab winter. My herbs have been uncovered and in a bit, the sun will warm and send their blessed incense to me. Dreams of summer and autumn days and the joys of the seasons. All there, in that patch of soil. My land of dreams and fairies, butterflies and bees, night grazing bunnies. Fantastic beasts and flowers, secret garden of the soul.

from cool brown earth
visions of summer arise –
fantasies are born.

 

copyright kanzensakura

copyright kanzensakura

32 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. lillian
    Apr 12, 2016 @ 17:39:53

    There are no words except to say this is exquisite!
    I am misty eyed remembering my planting days long long ago when we lived on fertile Iowa farm land. The serenity of hanging clothes on the line, with hills and dirt roads and green fields around me — a car coming down the lane announced itself with a cloud of dust miles away – far away – long before we could hear it. Magical soil….and the images you sow here — the tie to a past generation. Absolutely beautiful. In the words of the prompt, fantastic!

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    • kanzensakura
      Apr 12, 2016 @ 18:44:46

      It is joy. Growing up, we still had a huge kitchen garden. There were only four houses on our block, the rear yards all meeting in a mutal alley. The common area of stables were not torn down until WWII. The carriage houses all converted to garages. Our horse was sent to relatives in the country when my mother was a teen. But here, we live on a huge lot and my clothes linedoes double duty for clothes and finch and hummingbird feeders to hang upon. I grew up learning to can, freeze, pickle, preserve. It comes in handy and is better than anything bought.

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      • lillian
        Apr 12, 2016 @ 19:05:08

        ah we are such kindred spirits! City girl, growing up near Chicago, my husband and I moved to Iowa for our first jobs. We bought a farm house on 15 acres and had a huge garden. I froze apples for pies, canned tomatoes, green beans, catsup, apple sauce, beets, jams and jellies, froze zuchinni breads etc! A funny memory: I’d just learned to can and was quite proud of my first 6 jars of stewed tomatoes, done in a “bath” rather than a pressure cooker. Our big German Shepherd started howling outside. I went out and was blown away by the smell. He’d been sprayed by skunks! Smelled like dozens of skunks! Do you know the only way to get rid of that smell? Wash the dog with canned tomatoes! Really! And there went my first six jars 🙂

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        • kanzensakura
          Apr 13, 2016 @ 01:05:05

          Cheap commercially canned tomato juice works well too. I learned this years ago when a rather unique marmalade tom I had tried to adopt a skunk’s babies. 8 cans of juice and numerous scratches later, the smell was gone. The bathroom looked like a slasher film with all the juice scattered about. This same tom loved tomatoes and watermelon and rescued two surving baby squirrels when the tree blew down killing the mother and several siblings. I think I warped him from birth for I named him Dr. Samuel Beckett after a favorite TV character.

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  2. Grace
    Apr 12, 2016 @ 17:58:49

    I love your garden fantasy of flowers, vegetables, herbs with fairies and butterflies ~ That’s a lot of hard work for your green project but I salute you if you are pushing through with it ~ Loving the sounds of the birds too and this line too:

    I plant by the moon and the size of oak leaves.

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  3. Sanaa Rizvi
    Apr 12, 2016 @ 18:08:00

    Goodness gracious this one left me breathless ❤ ❤

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  4. Glenn Buttkus
    Apr 12, 2016 @ 18:55:15

    Very verbose today, & the word smithing is superb. I’ve never been a gardner, too busy with my other pursuits & projects, but the women in my life have been growers of dreams & tomatoes & flower baskets. Recruited to help sometimes, I dig how putting your hands in the soil is so very primal, & watching things grow that you have planted & now tend is surely part of the Creation story. I love your lines /watching the fire of/dawn split the black horizon/.

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    • kanzensakura
      Apr 12, 2016 @ 20:22:00

      Very verbose. I am going to have to stop writing haibun as the things grow so. I played in the garden soil as a child and now as an adult, I still play. Warm earth between toes trumps the most expensive shoe every time. And when hungry children and yearning elders eat my veggies, I know my ancestors smile.

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  5. Victoria C. Slotto
    Apr 12, 2016 @ 19:17:50

    This is truly a time of year to savor. Again, the birds show up in our poetry and gardens awaken. David sows his veggies (and this year, hibiscus) from seed while we are still in the desert (early March) then we bring them home where he has to slowly acclimate them to a much colder climate but they don’t get planted until the end of May…or until the “snow is off of Peavine”–a range just north of us. I’m itching to get back now and garden. Lovely haibun.

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  6. whimsygizmo
    Apr 12, 2016 @ 20:09:55

    So much love for this:
    “My land of dreams and fairies, butterflies and bees, night grazing bunnies. Fantastic beasts and flowers, secret garden of the soul.”
    Makes me want to plunge my hands into the earth and never leave…

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  7. Bodhirose
    Apr 12, 2016 @ 20:36:04

    “…secret garden of the soul.” Love that and your entire beautiful haibun that illustrates your humble and giving heart. Just beautiful!

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  8. Candy
    Apr 12, 2016 @ 23:04:23

    Oh yes! Every spring we indulge in our garden fantasies. Your haibun is super!

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  9. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Apr 13, 2016 @ 00:16:33

    Oh I do love how you can be a gardener, to create it and follow every seed to dishes.. I see you preparing recipes of soil and seed… Just a joy to read…

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  10. kim881
    Apr 13, 2016 @ 03:48:19

    A superb haibun. The words have been taken from my mouth by all of the comments that precede mine!

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  11. navasolanature
    Apr 13, 2016 @ 07:16:22

    So beautifully crafted. I think the haibun is a wonderful form and you manage it to perfection.

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  12. lynn__
    Apr 13, 2016 @ 10:44:30

    Ah, a gardener’s fantasy, for sure! I hope to get into mine this week 🙂 “Dreams of summer and autumn days and the joys of the seasons. All there, in that patch of soil…” Yes!

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  13. Sabio Lantz
    Apr 14, 2016 @ 06:30:10

    A fun garden tour with X-files’ theme — nice. Grandma’s quilt was particularly sweet.

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  14. Hannah Gosselin
    Apr 14, 2016 @ 12:59:00

    “Sitting on my back steps in the cold of early spring, watching the fire of dawn split the black horizon, wrapped in my grandmother’s quilt sipping coffee and having converse with and listening to the morning birds.”

    This is my favorite part…such beautiful writing throughout.

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