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In the Garden of my Soul

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In the Garden of my Soul

In the garden of my soul
there fell a seed
wondrous smooth
and dark as evening’s shadow
from which emerged a tree
tentative
its stem twisting uncertain from the soil
as a lover estranged
contriving an oblique path to bliss
unassuming seeming
yet in every subtle arc and incline
betraying desire by apprehension
its bark was gray as dawn
concealing colors dimly recalled
of a forest perhaps
or the creatures within
subdued, but of a sudden
illumined stark
inspired for a moment to endure exposure’s hazard
lest their beauty rest unrealized
unto death in fear’s embrace
and so it was
intrigued by these discreet shades of delight
I stayed the instinct that bade me
cut this curious guest
before it deprive all plants 
cultivated by slow discipline
of nourishment
thus intact 
from infancy it passed
until mature
its roots entwined with every cherished flower
and sweet-smelling herb
it issued forth a blossom
purple as melancholy
as it touches solitude’s warmth
and is rendered akin to joy
too gentle to endure
it yielded swift to fruit
its surface saffron
its flesh red
and seeming in its succulence
to entertain all contradictory moods
suggesting rose and berry
and lavender and peach
their certainty contaminated
but through intimacy grown vivid
as melodies may
by contact resonate in opposition
and in this way I was enriched
by eating of the tree’s blessing born of doubt
though through its flourishing thence
my garden has become a place most strange
transformed by lust untempered
into the home of myriad beasts and briers
possessed of claw
and thorn that rend
and streams that flood
and fungi that rise silent
from the wetness over night
and deep
where no thought penetrates
a seed awaiting propagation
dark perhaps
and wondrous smooth

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  1. Date: 8/3/2011 10:21:00 AM
    Congratulations on your poetry making it through round one in the PoetrySoup International Poetry contest Christopher. I wish you the best in the final round. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 6/19/2010 8:33:00 AM
    Wonderful poetry Christopher, congratulations on your win in Amy's contest >> James

  1. Date: 6/18/2010 9:54:00 AM
    VEry metaphorical writing. Congratulations on your fine win. LUv, Andrea

  1. Date: 6/16/2010 10:17:00 PM
    A brilliant metaphor. I love it! Congrats on winning 1st and thanks for this amazing entry.

  1. Date: 6/16/2010 8:22:00 PM
    Wow! No comments on this poem? Well, congratulations to your excellent win in Amy Green's contest! Chris.