Uneventful
24May 11, 2016 by petrujviljoen
Photo and text Copyright Petru J Viljoen
Time-encrusted chain of a non-event
found in newly turned soil in
an epoch of gardening where
there was, recently, none before.
Unbroken, irrevocably locked
but no door. Not anymore.
Nothing. Not a splinter left.
Having a holiday from the self
(gardening is the best diversion)
finding a remnant of someone else’s
past. They did want to visit, but I didn’t
ask their names.
…….
This originally appeared as a correspondence to the Claudia McGill Museum
The prose got tweaked and is re-presented at the Dverse Bar where we have a new bar tender called Lillian who suggested a ‘door’ as a topic. The diversity of insights, as usual, astounds. Click the link to read more poetry or get to know this pub a bit better. It takes all sorts, I can tell you.
petrujviljoen 
An amazing poem, full of meaning and metaphor, and also realness in the physical world!
I loved this opening:
“Time-encrusted chain of a non-event
found in newly turned soil in
an epoch of gardening where
there was, recently, none before.”
Thanks!
“finding a remnant of someone else’s past.” — I love that! So intriguing! Sets the mind to mulling over other lives. Very nice!
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Beautiful, thank you!
Thanks for the
Inspiration
As alWays
Friend..:)
Incredible piece; feels like something more real than imagined. Abandoned car hulks in fields give me the same eerie feeling. I love that image. I set up a photography site on FB; would love to have U check it out, possibly join & participate; open to the public site:
https://www.facebook.com/groups/129946770719368/
Thanks for the visit! Yes, it is a real event. People that used to live here some time ago, decades ago, came for a nostalgic visit – I’ve seen it often. I didn’t invite them in.
Off to the facebook site. I don’t do facebook, have issues with the site, but if your photos are open to the public I’d be able to view the work.
Love this–I had something untoward happen today (not anything major) and took my frustration out on the weeks in my rose garden. So cathartic is gardening.
Works every time! Whenever I feel I’m flying off into the void, I do this ‘groundwork’. Enjoying my veggies through my efforts.
How interesting to find a remnant of someone’s past ~ Hope you enjoyed the gardening nonetheless ~
Indeed I did. Made space for a compost heap to feed the veggie patch.
finding a remnant of someone else’s past….. That does make one wonder about the past. I love the visit even if we never know their names. : )
The visit was very short-lived. Didn’t let them through the gate. 🙂
This has set my imagination on fire – thank you.
Complimented, thanks. Doubted the piece at first.
I love (and am intrigued by) that last line, especially. Just a great take on the prompt.
Thanks. I sometimes collaborate with Claudia McGill in proposing found ‘artefacts’ to be included in the Claudia McGill Museum. Hope people visited and enjoyed the collection.Many stories to be derived from the most mundane of things.
We count you as one of the museum’s good friends. This poem is great, to put it plainly.
Thank you from all of us at the Museum.
🙂
This is quite a remarkable take on the prompt…the chains…locked but no remnants of the door…a remnant of someone else’s past found while gardening. Juxtaposing the gardening, planting of new life, next to remnant’s odiferous someone’s past — so thought provoking. The distance between represented so well by wring there is not even a splinter left. Thank you for posting!
Thanks Lillian. I was going to skip but other people’s writing was so inspiring I took up the proverbial pen. 🙂
And I’m so glad you did!