Poetry Challenge

It was really cold, dull weather today. Once I'd washed and hung out the dog's bedding I came back inside and, avoiding all the things that I should have been doing, sat down to have a go at Tom Stephenson's Sonnet Poetry Challenge. 

Here's my entry, Shakespearean metre, (ababcdcdefefgg) and 'Rupert' style. (Bear, that is, sadly not Brooke!)

Gardening.

When I consider how my days are spent

 with aching back and mud upon my knees

 and all the effort and the hopes that went

in nurturing the flowers that would please.

My clothing in the 'Wurzel Gummidge' style,

patched elbows and the trousers held with string

attending to my garden all the while

giving great care to every little thing

while bugs attack and caterpillars chew

and slugs destroy with relish and their slime

and birds and beasts, and people too,

care not for all the time

I lavish on my little plot, 'tho all's worthwhile to me

when  eating home-grown produce or one perfect bloom I see.

Here's my Bloggers' Challenge, to produce a haiku, a Japanese form of poetry that is made up of fourteen syllables arranged in three lines of five, seven and five syllables.

Haiku

Haiku form is short

just five, seven, five we're taught.

Entire concepts caught.

( The last line is incorrect if you pronounce 'entire' correctly as three syllables!)

Even a small seed

in an earth bed and well fed

will flower like love