My Garden
MY GARDEN
It’s only rose rains, no reins.
in my garden redolent
of you preened and green.
brainwashed by balance sheets ,
soul-washed by sour names,
what remains as mine.
remnants ? residue? Desiccation?, no!
a sanguine touch, solitude?, yes!
wanted or bonded
flushed or fleshed,
secretive or secreting
dry like a silver skyline
or wet like winter sweat
its contours solemn-countering ,
confines groping in green, serene ..
come on in..
By S.Jagathsimhan Nair, 13th feb 14
For: Giorgio's Impress me-4
Motif: Romantic
For Giorgio's 'Impress me-5'
Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair | Year Posted 2014
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