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Wendy Morton


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On the porch window sill,
in last year’s jam jars, tomato seeds are soaking:
Taxi,  Sweet Millions, Oregon Spring, Paul Robson,
Black Krim,  Early Cascade, Juliet.
They are small songs of hope in this season
of terror and tulips.
I want to think of Paul Robson singing,
blooming in July and Juliet weeping
as we taxi into this cascade of tears,
hope, spring.

© by Wendy Morton.
Used with the author’s permission
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Wendy Morton believes that poetry is the shortest distance between hearts. She has published five books of poetry, a memoir--Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast--in which her adventures as a corporate sponsored poet are revealed, and a set of poetry postcards. Founder of Canada’s Random Acts of Poetry project, Wendy received the 2012 Colleen Thibaudeau Outstanding Contribution Award from the League of Canadian Poets, and was the recipient of the 2010 Spirit Bear Award and the Golden Beret Award. Wendy lives in Sooke, British Columbia, where she has spent more than 30 years as an insurance investigator. Learn more about her here.

 


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Katrina:
I like 'tears, / hope, spring.' I wonder if it was the lineation which appealed to me; certainly the tears did, but a cascade of hope sounds cathartic.
Posted 04/28/2016 02:46 AM
Mary Lou Taylor:
Whoever named the tomato Paul Robson misspelled his last name. It is Robeson. I know because it's also my last name. Thoroughly enjoyed the poem. And no one sang Old Man River like Paul Robeson. Or is it Ol' Man River?
Posted 04/24/2016 12:19 PM
Dorcas:
Clever. I hope your tomatoes turn up.
Posted 04/24/2016 11:41 AM
ElizabethP:
Very, very nice. Thanks!
Posted 04/24/2016 08:54 AM
KevinArnold:
Fun!
Posted 04/24/2016 08:22 AM
mimi:
thanks for your poem of hope, Wendy, amidst the terrors and tulips...
Posted 04/24/2016 06:46 AM
Ross Kightly:
Fear the worst, hope for the best and be prepared constantly to keep on settling for the stuff in between if your luck holds... the aroma of water in the evening falling on the leaves of tomato plants... love the poem, thank you.
Posted 04/24/2016 03:17 AM
Newf:
Beautiful and, yes, spring is hope.
Posted 04/24/2016 02:32 AM


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