I’m Turning a Phrase

My pen tends
this word and that as
seed in need of
field – aching for a
place to land and
fertilizer to lavish it
with a just-so adverb or
participle or preposition, as the
case may be.

I’m turn a phrase like
soil in spring; I’m upending a potato
hill in autumn, pregnant with pause, as
my hoe, my pen leads my hand
away from knowing and into
Dirt: life’s cradle, death’s bed.

6 thoughts on “I’m Turning a Phrase

  1. diannegray says:

    Nice work, Allen. I love that first line “My pen tends this word and that as seed in need of field”. Beautiful xxx

  2. shoreacres says:

    And how many of us haven’t needed, from time to time, to get out the turning fork and get after those verbal clods?! This raises every sort of image — some of which probably wouldn’t occur to, or make sense to, people who’ve grown so far from the soil. i like it. It has a feel to that it makes work sound desirable, not a chore.

    • agjorgenson says:

      “Verbal clods…” I like that very much! But you are correct in that many people know little to nothing of soil. I recall, while growing up, my father talking about the different soil types across the province. Later I recall my father in law talking about the tendency to leave behind fallow farming leaves the soil sterilized. Much fodder for thought here.

  3. hoe or oar, it’s all good. Thank-you!

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