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Abandoned Garden

I walked across the sparkling morning dew.
A path where once uncommon beauty grew.
A bench we shared, woeful, lone, and broken, 
echoes a promise that we had spoken.

Our world the moment and so full of love.
Hope flowed freely through soft currents above.
Your gentle hand entwined within my own,
A deeper love no one has ever known.

Romantic dreams still swirl across the air
with each heartbeat I feel a dull despair.
The mist now turns to a luminous fog,
a solo love song from a crooning frog.

You have gone and now so has this garden
abandoned to winds that grant no pardon.
I sit among the dried and withered weeds
and ask the Lord, my early death He speeds.

To seek his sparkle through these moonlit eyes
my anguished heart wistfully yearns and cries.
Speed me to his long awaited embrace
and hasten me from this pitiful place.

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Deb M Date: 10/19/2023 1:17:00 PM Oh my LO….this poem is incredibly beautiful and incredibly sad…..absolutely love this poem! Debx Login to Reply Linda Alice Fowler Date: 10/19/2023 2:45:00 PM Thank you my dear Deb! I appreciate your compliment so much! LO :)

Victor Buhagiar Date: 10/19/2023 2:24:00 AM Sad emotions are so prevalent in your poem. Loved your metaphoric use of a garden. Great poem. Blessings Login to Reply Linda Alice Fowler Date: 10/19/2023 6:34:00 AM Hello dear Victor. Thank you for dropping in! hugs :)

Sotto Poet Date: 10/18/2023 4:07:00 PM In the depths of this sorrowful verse, a longing and ache manifest with poignant intensity. Once entwined, your presence transformed the surroundings into a tapestry of abundant beauty and vibrant life. Alas, the garden you nurtured now lies barren and desolate, its once thriving flora reduced to a wilted and forsaken state. Login to Reply Linda Alice Fowler Date: 10/19/2023 6:33:00 AM Thank you for your insightful comments dear Las. :)

Valsa George Date: 10/17/2023 8:48:00 PM A very soulful poem of longing and pain. When the two of you were together, everything was lush and beautiful. Now the garden looks deserted and withered. May the sweet memories of a time you both lived together drown all your sad thoughts. Beautifully penned, dear Linda. Login to Reply Linda Alice Fowler Date: 10/18/2023 7:25:00 AM Hello dear Valsa. Thanks for your thoughtful comments. I am encouraged. :)

Lin Lane Date: 10/17/2023 4:04:00 PM awww so sad. I used to have a beautiful garden, but apartment living is not quite the place to green thumb anything except indoor plants. Your lovely lines are melancholy. I miss digging in the soil. Login to Reply Linda Alice Fowler Date: 10/17/2023 4:11:00 PM Hi Lin. I always found digging to be therapeutic...deep, dark, earth smells are calming for me. :) Sadly you are correct about apartment gardens. A few are lucky enough to have large patios or balconies that will accommodate a few tomatoes, peppers, or squash - certainly herbs. I really appreciate your visits and comments Lin. :)

Sotto Poet Date: 10/17/2023 2:29:00 PM May the memory of that exquisite garden remain etched in the depths of your soul, even as life's relentless storms attempt to ravage its once pristine beauty. Login to Reply Linda Alice Fowler Date: 10/17/2023 2:33:00 PM A sweet response Las. Thank you so much my friend!

Paula Goldsmith Date: 10/17/2023 12:45:00 PM Your "Abandoned Garden" is a lovely write. I can see it all before me. Have a great day.......... Login to Reply Linda Alice Fowler Date: 10/17/2023 2:18:00 PM Many thanks my dear friend Paula! hugs, Linda :)

Karen Jones Date: 10/17/2023 11:39:00 AM What a somber yet lovely angst within your words. I enjoyed the rhyme. Login to Reply Linda Alice Fowler Date: 10/17/2023 11:48:00 AM Hello Karen. Many thanks for your kind visit and thoughtful comments. I appreciate you. :)

Mystic Rose Rose Date: 10/17/2023 11:00:00 AM May you always carry that beautiful garden in your heart long after it has been wind blown and scuffled by life, :) Login to Reply Linda Alice Fowler Date: 10/17/2023 11:12:00 AM I have beautiful gardens dear Vie. My heart carries the beauty. This, as so many of my poems, is pure fiction. My eyes, however, cry for the needful and sorrowful I have met and cared for. Thank you for your kind visit and soothing words. :)