Iris E. Sankey- Lewis Poet Free verse

The Banker

On our lawn I stand
Admiring three Islands
Perennials returned
Your harsh words they've outgrown
How would your garden grow?

Again you scoffed at
Sheer joy I earn with carve and trim
Life to lawn once dying
wins.

I know that feel inside
As you rock with breeze
Rocking chairs have held you
Have heard, "We don't need those."

There you go again
Denying flowers before I die
Your pie waits in the sky?
Keep banking sans expiration date.


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Jiril Clemons June 21, 2015 at 6:05 PM Very intriguing poem, Iris. Great metaphorical insight into the message. Deeply expressed, enjoyable overall. Check out some of my poems. Might find some you like. Peace. Iris E. Sankey- Lewis June 30, 2015 at 5:08 PM Jiril, Thanks for stopping by with your warmth. I could have called it, The Miser. Blessings to you, and right over to your space.