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(Karen’s Garden in Waukesha Wisconsin — photo by Karen and Lee Veldboom) ↑
Poems, by Margaret L. Been
(Karen’s Rose Arbor — photo by Karen and Lee Veldboom) ↑
Feel the ecstacy of cloud, and rose’s beauty pain!
Inhale the damp of ginger cool, the poignancy of rain.
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(Our Northern Retreat — photo by Margaret L. Been) ↑
June unravels lush across the land . . .
beauty stakes a summer tent and Love
has seized my hand.
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(Margaret’s Condo Garden in Nashotah, Wisconsin — photo by Margaret L. Been) ↑
Last Eon
Last eon old ladies kept gardens—
indolent sweet
lilies of the valley,
Virginia bluebells
ringing up June-wafting peonies,
wicker chaired haunts
for pausing with timeless cups
of tea, mint scented
lemonade and cookie gardens
enticing well-patched fry
from lace-curtained homes kept
by mothers.
Last eon old ladies kept gardens.
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(Walden North — photo by Margaret L. Been) ↑
Another Walden
(In honor of Henry David Thoreau, who wrote “I had three chairs in my house: one for solitude, two for friendship, and three for society.”)
Eaves sagging,
spidered shingles veiling
squirrel-hewn beams.
A one-hinged door
sashays and scrapes
the spintered floor
where field mice scamper
with their seedy stores.
Three chairs are here
for you and me
and company,
and battered cups
for toasting joy
of mislaid schemes
among the shards
of dusty dreams.
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(Our Big Elk River — digitally enhanced photo by Margaret L. Been) ↑
The Glory that is August . . .
. . . rejoicing in gleaming paint pots
of paisleys, morning glories tripping ankles,
riotous color circles cascading brilliant orange
from coppery berry-stained arms, ruby dollops
dripping from dangling gold, cheekbones
blushing mauve, stormy drapes valancing
languid summer eyes.
Behold her richly tangled gardens
nurtured randomly with whimsical
neglect, where cicadas thrum
and chipmunks scurry—where dynasties
of rabbits glean chamomile and mint
from shards of clay, and crackled
china plates line hidden treasure paths
unearthed by robins, hidden again
in masses of sage secluding
sweet woodruff’s piney green.
Behold her star-embroidered nights
teeming with song of wind and owl
and coyotes calling out the moon,
praising the Author of August beauty—
recalling yesterday, remembering
our long forgotten dreams.
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(Up-North Trail — photo by Margaret L. Been) ↑
While Summer Stays
I have set a bread to rise
and gone with morning in my eyes
to find a place, while summer stays
where goldenrod lights meadow ways . . .
where birchwood’s warm obscurity
retreats from time, and beckons me
to abdicate a few last days
so haunting sweet while summer stays.
I have set a bread to rise
and gone with morning in my eyes.
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(Karen and Lee’s Home in Waukesha, Wisconsin — photo by Karen and Lee Veldboom) ↑
(Karen’s Quiet Garden — photo by Karen and Lee Veldboom) ↑
I Will Sweep My Rooms
I will sweep my rooms, and tend
my cloistered gardens, brew my tea,
and one who mocked my dreams
will never know the heart of me!
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(Joelly and Nathaniel Mining Wild Raspberries — photo by Margaret L. Been) ↑
Gardens are lovely
when they look as though nature made them . . .
lovelier, when nature did!
Margaret L. Been, ©2011
(The selected poems are reprinted from 3 collections of poetry by Margaret Longenecker Been: WILDERNESS AND GARDENS—an American Lady’s Prospect, published in 1974 by John Westburg Associates, Fennimore, Wisconsin; MORNING IN MY EYES, published in 1997 by Sheepy Hollow Press, Eagle, Wisconsin; and A TIME UNDER HEAVEN, published in 2005 by Elk River Books, Phillips, Wisconsin.)
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