"Spring" by Pieter Brueghel the Younger‘Investment Strategies’ and Other Poetry by C.B. Anderson The Society August 28, 2019 Culture, Humor, Poetry 6 Comments Investment Strategies At work we studied many charts and graphs With due attention to the bottom line, But had we dwelt upon our epitaphs We would have spent our days decanting wine. First published in The Flea. Mosquitoes I’d gladly give a pint or two a year— extracted gently from my pulsing veins by careful nurses tendering their dear benignant ministrations—if it meant I might then suffer less the little pains and long anxieties for future bites I’m subject to. They’re not by accident, but from a dipteran proclivity for plaguing me on sultry summer nights when sleeves are contraindicated. Why those little devils must drill into me, since I would freely share my body’s sap from china saucers, I don’t know. I try To sympathize, but more than not I slap. First published in Creosote South of Eden They also serve, who only wait at home and sow their carrot seed in fertile loam, in gardens just outside the kitchen door. In times of need, especially times of war, agrarian pursuits renew the lease on life, the comfiture of inner peace, that many noncombatants thought had gone away forever. __________Written in the dawn, there is a subtext every gardener knows by heart: a quaint bucolic ode the rows of vegetables attest; a summer song that’s manifested in the over-long endurance daylight shows while staving off the coming night; and measured lines of soph- omoric prose, which prove too difficult for those who’ve never tasted labor’s salt to comprehend. __________ _It’s all about the land, the land worth fighting for where neighbors stand together, tethered to a promise made before the duty owed to clan was laid in stone, before the right to life was shown to be a gift impossible to own. Though seed is sown to meet the creature need of far tomorrows, nothing’s guaranteed. First published in Poemeleon C.B. Anderson was the longtime gardener for the PBS television series, The Victory Garden. Hundreds of his poems have appeared in scores of print and electronic journals out of North America, Great Britain, Ireland, Austria, Australia and India. His collection, Mortal Soup and the Blue Yonder was published in 2013 by White Violet Press. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 6 Responses Joe Tessitore August 28, 2019 A terrific presentation – I’m smiling as I write! Reply James A. Tweedie August 28, 2019 Droll. Dry. Wry. Witty. Wise. And (best of all) well-played. Reply T.M. August 28, 2019 I share your antipathy for mosquitoes, but I could never have put it so eloquently. Thanks for these verses. Reply Joseph S. Salemi August 29, 2019 Dermatologists say that mosquitoes like some persons more than others. It has to do with the natural efflorescences that come from different types of human skin. Reply David Watt August 30, 2019 An entertaining selection of poems incorporating the rich vocabulary we have come to expect. The distinctive form of “South of Eden” adds another layer of interest above that of the poem’s content. Reply C.B. Anderson September 2, 2019 Thank you all for the comments. David, the form is simply a continuous stream of rhyming couplets with an occasional stepped line that is analogous to a paragraph break in prose. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.