Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Garlic

A Magpie Tale



dull dry bare brown bulbs
snug genetic packages
buried like the dead
burst forth when it's nearly spring
promising an autumn zing


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12 comments:

  1. gautami tripathyMarch 9, 2011 at 9:56 AM

    Loved it! The second picture too.


    I really like how we all take different paths for the same picture!

    viscous time

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  2. JinksyMarch 9, 2011 at 11:16 AM

    Promise of an Autumn zing can't be bad! lol

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  3. HelenMarch 9, 2011 at 12:23 PM

    How lovely ... sprouting garlic!

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  4. DebbyMcMarch 9, 2011 at 7:28 PM

    Fantastic!

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  5. Doctor FTSEMarch 10, 2011 at 10:52 AM

    Zingy poem.

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  6. Tess KincaidMarch 10, 2011 at 1:37 PM

    Lovely garlicy regeneration.

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  7. Tumblewords:March 10, 2011 at 7:56 PM

    Terrific!

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  8. TrellissimoMarch 11, 2011 at 5:32 AM

    As long as the dead don't burst forth really...

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  9. Lucy WestenraMarch 11, 2011 at 1:07 PM

    Has Mr.Trellissimo scented a connection between garlic and a certain Gothic Horror story? Nice Magpie.

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  10. ~T~March 11, 2011 at 4:01 PM

    Keep your garlic handy, just in case!

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  11. Brian MillerMarch 12, 2011 at 5:18 AM

    smiles...may that spring come then and bring new life...and garlic...

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  12. Corrina TerryMarch 12, 2011 at 10:12 PM

    Once again, well done! :o)

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