These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Minute Poetry Form: "Surgery in the Garden"

The pruners bring us more from less.
The cuts don't bless.
They feel abused,
and wronged and used.

But when the junk is fully gone
the blooming swan
is better far
than hurts that mar.

To grow beyond a moment's pain
is wisdom's gain.
A friend will harm
releasing charm.

by Jay O'Toole
on January 21st, 2020




c:lgrey}Author’s Note:
This was written for the January 2020 round of "Rhythm & Rhyme: Poetry/Lyrics Challenge" 

Day 2 Prompt:
Create iambic meter within the Minute Poetry form

**I spent three hours yesterday afternoon working in a friend's yard with multiple bushes,
that needed some intense and often severe pruning to return the plants to good health.
Were they able to speak, they would no doubt have questioned the integrity of my friendship
with them and with their owner. However, surgery, whether the physical pruning of plants
or the emotional surgery of telling a friend something he or she needs to hear,
but probably doesn't care to consider at the moment, is the kindest thing a friend can do
in order to improve the life of another.

Iambic meter is a favorite of mine. It is probably the most used form
throughout all the history of my poetry writing.**