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I Don’t Love Gardening

Am I creepy for the things I love?

I’m glued to words,
stuck inside yearning
for life’s interpretations.
Growing backwards,
longing for giant love in words.
I love photos, too, weird portraits.

I don’t love gardening.

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  1. #1 by sixthsymph on June 15, 2011 - 1:54 pm

    I often ask myself that same question you ask in the first line. I think the answer is ‘yes’ – this extreme attachment is hard to deal with.

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    • #2 by Carl on June 15, 2011 - 10:28 pm

      I don’t think it’s the right question, but it seems to come up often. Write it down and get rid of it? 🙂

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  2. #3 by pattisj on June 15, 2011 - 2:05 pm

    Not creepy at all. Each of us was uniquely made and have something to offer. Not everyone is a writer, or a gardener, etc.

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    • #4 by Carl on June 15, 2011 - 10:29 pm

      Thank you, Patti. You are right. We need to feel comfortable in our skin, whatever the skin is.

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  3. #5 by Kay Camden on June 16, 2011 - 9:59 am

    I love peeling the protective plastic cover off new electronics. I think you have no reason to feel creepy. It’s all relative.

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    • #6 by Carl on June 16, 2011 - 10:27 pm

      Yes it is all relative, and that makes me thing that there could be some very creepy things out there…

      Reply

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