Vicki Acquah Poet Classicism

The Silent Garden

The Silent Garden
Blowin in the breeze 
I bob and bow and flex my leaves
I am a garden-- for all to admire
the one you visit often
You see my beauty, 
I never say a word.
You could have visited
and enjoyed my genus,
but you plucked out the 
strongest and most beatific.
My benignity 
overwhelmed wisdom
As your wisdom showed itself sallow 
next to the colors that emoted 
from your emotions. Red all red.
Out of control you have
selfishly removed me.
Never do I recover;
As you Placed me in a vase, 
with stale water and no sunlight. 
I withered under your care.

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Mel Merrill May 4, 2014 at 1:42 AM Hi Vicki. I like this poem very much. Wonderful imagery and very descriptive. A great write and a fun read. Kudos, my friend. Drop by anytime. ~M

Muhammad Safa Thajudeen April 28, 2014 at 1:05 AM In the garden full of green! Vicki Acquah April 28, 2014 at 2:59 AM aHH IT WAS FLOWERS ...