A Garden Picnic

mom and me liked to picnic in summer
   we made toast and orange juice and tea
eating on a lovely garden table
   the cold juice was fresh and delicious
     and the tea was sweet and so tangy
        we liked our bread with jam, not to toasty

I would bring my writing journal and pen
and I would imagine and dream in words
mom's flowers were the symbols of beauty
I was drowning in deep surreal truths, thoughts
    the whispering breeze my inspiration
    we talked of human existence, of art
    our food and drinks an artistic display
        I felt the words flowing from my young soul
mom liked my interpretation of things
I wrote of birds and sounds, I painted words
and I read out loud my writing, my art
while mom and me had our garden picnic


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April 12, 2015


Poetry/Free Verse/A Garden Picnic
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Edward Mccall

February 18, 2018 at 2:24 PM

What a beautiful time you have described, the photo set the mood and your poem carried it through to the end. Such a splendid heart warning piece.

Charlie Smith

February 16, 2018 at 1:46 PM

So Sweet BW, so sweet...

Eve Roper

February 15, 2018 at 8:25 PM

wonderful memories.. :)

Reason A. Poteet

February 15, 2018 at 8:14 PM

a reall, live tea party, mom and daughter, written well with imagery all its own. Love your characterizations of both people.

Caren Krutsinger

February 15, 2018 at 3:53 PM

I could taste marmalade while I read this one. I read it again, trying to figure out why. I have no idea, but it happened. I can feel this, and it's beautiful, Broken Wings.