Long Lifegarden Poems
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In the garden of my soul
there fell a seed
wondrous smooth
and dark as evening’s shadow
from which emerged a tree
tentative
its stem twisting uncertain from the soil
as a lover estranged
contriving an oblique path to bliss
unassuming seeming
yet in every subtle arc and incline
betraying desire by apprehension
its bark was gray as dawn
concealing colors dimly recalled
of a forest perhaps
or the creatures within
subdued, but of a sudden
illumined stark
inspired for a moment to endure exposure’s hazard
lest their beauty rest unrealized
unto death in fear’s embrace
and so it was
intrigued by these discreet shades of delight
I stayed the instinct that bade me
cut this curious guest
before it deprive all plants
cultivated by slow discipline
of nourishment
thus intact
from infancy it passed
until mature
its roots entwined with every cherished flower
and sweet-smelling herb
it issued forth a blossom
purple as melancholy
as it touches solitude’s warmth
and is rendered akin to joy
too gentle to endure
it yielded swift to fruit
its surface saffron
its flesh red
and seeming in its succulence
to entertain all contradictory moods
suggesting rose and berry
and lavender and peach
their certainty contaminated
but through intimacy grown vivid
as melodies may
by contact resonate in opposition
and in this way I was enriched
by eating of the tree’s blessing born of doubt
though through its flourishing thence
my garden has become a place most strange
transformed by lust untempered
into the home of myriad beasts and briers
possessed of claw
and thorn that rend
and streams that flood
and fungi that rise silent
from the wetness over night
and deep
where no thought penetrates
a seed awaiting propagation
dark perhaps
and wondrous smooth
Today I walked but not alone, through a garden of many songs.
For a gentle breeze took my hand and invited me to follow.
Transparent gold veils streamed through the forest canopy,
enticing shadows to form before my naked feet.
Upon each side of my path stood miniture armies of violets and marigolds,
as I would pass they would brush my skin and kiss my feet."Thank you", I said without a
sound.
Dragonflies that laughed like rain led me to a valley frosted in petals.
I closed my eyes to inhale the apple blossom scent of childhood calling.
An azure tear fell from my eye.
Crystal liquid made of innocents became a seed for a wild-rose that awakes from the earth.
I knelt down beside the flower,held her face to my own.
Gentle I let her crimson petals caress my face, and left her with a kiss.
I lay myself down under the boughs of a willow tree.
He sways to the whisper of the great oaks songs.
I watch butterflies dance in a recital performed in my honor.
I closed my eyes.My body and mind lie still as I drew my last breath.
My spirit awakes,atlas..I can breathe.
Today I walked but not alone,through a garden of many songs
Untended; the intro
By no means chance, an act of God
Circumstances not so good still we have to dance
Sown by those mired in poverty and pain
So the ignorance grows, it's unfortunate
Denied a chance to transcend it
A garden of the cultures soul remains untended
If the progenitors know so little of the truth
How in the world can they teach?
Content to do without any desire for a better way
Ambition, never born or raised, a goal not set to reach
Overgrown by the weeds of the world
Another day of life and no one cares enough
To attempt and show the way
A broken thing, never to be mended a soul grows darker
Is this what the creator intended, the light is lost
A joy never felt by a garden left untended.
This pain is all too real;
I wonder if anyone really knows.
All the hurt, I was unable to conceal,
For I stood alone in the garden of the wilted rose.
Alone, lost in old memories,
As the briars clung to my clothes.
I feel the bite of the chilly breeze
Standing in the garden of the wilted rose.
I look for answers but they can’t be found,
And my thoughts scatter as the wind blows.
Wilted petals on the ground held me spellbound,
But I finally escaped the garden of the wilted rose!
Note: I wrote this for Madison Thomer because she loved the line from my
poem, “Heartache”.
‘You can find me in the garden of the wilted rose’
Hope you like it, Madison.