Glimmericks • Second Age
When hands close earth around a seed
and press the soil in careful deed,
whatever grows there –
no matter the care –
might still by spite be called a weed.
~ Sinumai Monsa ~
How many herbs to fill a bed?
Depends how far apart they’re spread;
what experience tells
with taste parallels
and how many mouths they have fed.
~ Sinumai Monsa ~
In compost, the Robot got hot
embraced by decay and sweet rot;
the worms were wriggling
squiggling and giggling,
the Robot so glad to be caught.
~ Rover Three ~
A Robot frolicked in the grass
gripping their magnifying glass.
It wasn’t obscene,
this passionate scene
studying gravitational mass.
~ Rover Three ~
A Robot frolicked with the grass,
getting green and - not to be crass -
keen in the free air
to love with all their
relative molecular mass.
~ Rover Three ~
Most Robots get down with their greens -
classic in Robot garden scenes -
embroiled in toil,
dirty in the soil,
these eco-philic libertines.
~ Rover Three ~
Some Robot gardens are growers,
some Robot gardens are showers;
some subtle and shy,
some sing to the sky –
all call out to garden goers.
~ Cae Ahil Xahil ~
There once was a Robot from space
who joined in a tree-growing race.
We’re confused to say
they won it one day,
then vanished without any trace!
~ Cae Ahil Xahil ~