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Talking about The Gardener’s Ghost


 

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The Gardener’s Ghost

The Gardener’s Ghost
 
Found Sanctuary
In old sheds,
Broken barns,
Cold old basements,
A corner in the garage
Huddled musty in the
Shroud of stale exhaust.
Hooded unseen about
The shovels, rakes, and tools
Cob webs and litter.
Refuge and Rapture
in house plants
and
Poetry sweeping streets
that whisper in the woods
Sheltering the Gardener’s Ghost
The Winter long and fading as
Spring songs abound in the greening
Shadow just before dawn.
A Crow caw day as Stars fell
The Sun rose
And the Gardener’s ghost
Sank softly with a sigh
into the soil.  To become one with
The Earth again
As the Rains came.
 
As ever be well, With love.  Stephen Craig Rowe
 
 
 
 
 
 
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  1. Marilia
    March 19, 2007 at 3:37 am

    True happiness is of a retired nature, and an enemy to pomp and noise; it arises, in the first place, from the enjoyment of one’s self, and in the next from the friendship and conversation of a few select companions.
    Joseph Addison
    Witht love… Kises…
    Marilia.

  2. VegasMarji
    March 19, 2007 at 11:14 am

    OH what beauty you write as beautiful as ur paintings,
     
    you paint so beautifully with words as well as with paint… i just read what i have missed and they were great writings from a great person…
     
    i am glad I came over, came over to ask you if you could come to my space and see the videos i have just
    done on a very passionate problem that is coming upon us all..
     
    really hope you get a chance to come and watch them, I have stopped the music so they will b better and easier to watch .. what I had to say ended up being in 3 or 4 videos but really hope you get a chance to come over and watch them.. please i would be so honored..
     
    and i have added a guestbook in the blog below the one with the videos and i really hope that you add your picture and where you are at on my guestbook it’s pretty easy to do just takes a couple minutes ..
    would b so very honored to have you on there!
     
    The great painter of words.. i just love the ones you have done on here, I want to get back to writing some poetry soon too just want all of my space friends to see my videos first and they are about something that is so very important to all of us on this earth … hope to see a comment from you soon,
     
    have  a great two days off, sunday and monday  right? 
     
    Take care and enjoy some time off…
    but really hope you get a chance to come and see what I had to say..
    and hope they don’t give you  any problems watching them and please watch the music video at the end it has some of what i was talking about on it.. 
     
    have a great weekend.. take care my friend, be well – be happy .. be safe.. love and hugs xxx ~M~ xxx       

  3. Fée
    March 19, 2007 at 3:05 pm

    "Being There", in german-spoken cinemas: "Willkommen, Mr. Chance", was an unforgettable film for me (Peter Sellers, Shirley McLaine) – I remember it by your words and wonder why "Chauncey Gardiner" is my Gardeners Ghost?
    (And I like the way, you put "the little grey cells" in motion :-)

  4. Jorge
    March 20, 2007 at 1:37 am

    In my humble opinion, this is one of your better efforts – enjoyed it very much. be well,
    J.

  5. Barbara
    March 20, 2007 at 2:00 am

    lonely place

  6. U
    March 21, 2007 at 10:01 am

    love ondes essence-invisible

  7. Michiko's
    March 21, 2007 at 6:23 pm

    The Gardener’s Ghost, In old sheds that I think still find in the old farmers?….after long hibernated in the cold winters…
    there spring has coming ! to cheers for the gardener ghost ..I likes the happy end.
    Have a great day,
    Michiko  

  8. OBAMA
    March 22, 2007 at 3:27 am

    That poem tends to evoke visual senses, an almost Andrew Wyeth type imagery to it..

  9. Abs
    March 22, 2007 at 4:04 am

    Hi Stephen,
    What a sweet introductory to Spring..beautifully written ( as usual) I hope all is well with you and the first day of the season has beamed with happiness and a postitive outlook on life…Thanks for the inspiration….:O)
    Take Care,
    Love Abs
    xoxo

  10. Jody Lynn
    March 22, 2007 at 6:19 am

    Hello there, very nice poem and um i really like the painting # 53 True Color! See ya.

  11. SANDRA
    March 22, 2007 at 4:10 pm

    Oh Stephen…The Gardner’s ghost haunting and beautiful brings memories to me of when I was a girl smelling of new mown hay…as I walked in the morning in my parent’s garden…sweet morning glories vined about the fence and dew sparkled brightly upon the leaves….I love your poem…it touches the soul of those who read your words.
    I love to visit you…you know that….I always feel comfort…wisdom…serenity….after visiting you.  Stay well dear friend…..love, Sandra

  12. Fenix
    March 22, 2007 at 10:33 pm

    Her garden was not a garden, it was a forest… many plants was growing piled.
    It was like an explosion of colors… the same as your oil painting
    Her garden was very beautiful, your oil painting too
    Thanks Stephen

  13. ηικκιħart
    March 23, 2007 at 12:36 am

    My wonderful friend, do you know I adore you?:-)
    Thank you for always surprising me with something sweet and unexpected as with the link.
    Wow I have to say the pictures were amazing, the mystery of cave but with the way they photographed had a beauty to them also.
    I’m afraid my french is terribly rusty these days but I did my best to write a comment to them.  Is it a friend of yours in France who owns the space?
    Although it’s offically spring here, still it feels like a dark dismal stormy winter day….soon though real spring weather should arrive.
    Have a wonderful night Stephen:-)
    Hugs and luv,

            . ♥¸.·*¨) (¸.·´♥♥.¤*`¤Nikki
     

  14. Barbara
    March 23, 2007 at 4:37 am

    Thanks Stephen, You know me, the link was really something to see.

  15. Randall
    March 23, 2007 at 12:10 pm

    Hi Stephen,  Thanks for the visit.  That site was very original.  I enjoyed your new poem,  Keep up the good work.  regards, Randall

  16. Hope
    March 23, 2007 at 4:04 pm

    My Dearest Stephen,
    As the cold winter winds
    now turn and give way..
    to the freshness of spring..
    and new life..once again..
    may it warm your heart..
    and flood your soul with its softness ..
    of life and beauty..
    forever in my heart..
    soft hugs  ~Hope
     
     

  17. Marilia
    March 23, 2007 at 5:05 pm

    Thanks!!!! Fui conhecer o espaço de EXIL !!! Adorei!!!
    Obrigado pela indicação…beijos e bom final de semana!!!

  18. barbara
    March 23, 2007 at 9:56 pm

    Winter’s last gasp has produced snow here in Heidelberg but your words have reminded me that my little flowerbox will be a home for colorful blooms, some that have come forth a bit early.I am celebrating spring, even clothed in white as it is this evening, with a nice bottle of Shiraz. Loved to site with photos of ice caves. I used to be a spielunker in another life, another time, Mein Schatz.

  19. ALEX 1
    March 24, 2007 at 2:17 am

    HOLA AMIGO…MUY BUENAS NOCHES..

    DESDE LA ARGENTINA VENGO A SALUDARTE Y VISITAR TU SPACE…
    TE INVITO A VISITAR MI SPACE Y ME DEJES TU COMENTARIO…
    QUE TENGAS UN BUEN FIN DE SEMANA…

    UN BESO

    Arquitecto ALEX PACHEMOL

  20. Sue
    March 25, 2007 at 2:25 pm

    Sir Rowe,
    I enjoy reading you very much.  I always feel as if I am right where I am supposed to be when reading your writing, neither here nor there, but somewhere between.  Kind of like standing next to a fire while snow is falling all around.  I enjoy your style very much.  Keep writing.
     
    The Misfit

  21. Chris
    March 25, 2007 at 10:30 pm

    Ah, the words of winter and rain remind me so much of the weather we are still having right now. Hopefully soon, we can turn a page in the book and smell the fresh breeze of summer pollen and birds singing to the sun.
    I wish you a great week ahead. Take care.
     
    Chris

  22. Stephen Craig
    April 11, 2007 at 6:43 am

    The Gardener’s Ghost
     
    Found Sanctuary
    In old sheds,
    Broken barns,
    Cold old basements,
    A corner in the garage
    Huddled musty in the
    Shroud of stale exhaust.
    Hooded unseen about
    The shovels, rakes, and tools
    Cob webs and litter.
    Refuge and Rapture
    in house plants
    and
    Poetry sweeping streets
    that whisper in the woods
    Sheltering the Gardener’s Ghost
    The Winter long and fading as
    Spring songs abound in the greening
    Shadow just before dawn.
    A Crow caw day as Stars fell
    The Sun rose
    And the Gardener’s ghost
    Sank softly with a sigh
    into the soil.  To become one with
    The Earth again
    As the Rains came.

  23. Hope
    April 11, 2007 at 3:10 pm

    Dear Stephen,
    this is by far one of your best..
    The imagery.. the texture.. the whole feel of this poem is wonderful..
    I can see you, in the cold damp basement,
    shuffling around, finding the tools needed..
    How are your roses coming along?
    spring is a wonderful time of year..
    freshness of rain.. giving substence once again to a dry and frozen earth..
    take care dear friend.. and be well.. love always ~Hope
     

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