I tend my little garden secret,
where sweet-peas once climbed up-
the forgotten gates, all forlorn,
with blooms for lost chances,
long since gone.
I count only the first five petals
of the blue forget-me-nots.
Each one a tiny glance-a-side,
I once brushed aside—
A lash upon an eyelid,
that just closed.
There are the foxgloves
ringing soft bells,
for all the might-have-beens,
and if-only red roses,
that bloomed as promises
inside my head.
So I let my garden grow,
long and slow, to overgrow.
Let it be distilled instead,
into a faint, yellow, elixir of perfume—
"My Sweet-Pea Past".
Power pelf and prowess that set up realms
Stay but for a contingent while : till overwhelms
The ruling of fate in irony to mock the futility ;
Strides long, and vicious loud laughs of vanity ,
Are lost in the infinite stretch of senile haul ;
Love renown and proud success just dissolve
In the roaring ocean of dismay and chagrin- brawl;
Conquests and coersion which surfeited the ego,
At the slightest win caused the pride to overgrow ,
Are all set to be lost deep down the nadiral low
And the elixir of essential life and existence also
Is mixed up with the harmful venomous potion- flow ;
As the irate , illusive end seems to near and cover,
Things fail and the inevitable destiny closes over.
Time passes, conversation and music ends,
light refracts, shimmers in water, bends.
Nails grow, hair lengthens, heads turn and bones break,
stems wilt, gardens overgrow, clouds regurgitate water from lake.
I know that things change, the erratic constant that needs be,
but this loss of you I can’t fathom, grieving the shift from us to just me.
The wall of russet brick, which, once resplendent,
ever crumbles leaving gaps; a toothless grin
slicing landscape. No longer the defendant
between the plebeians and the crown within,
the ancestral barrier is at death’s door;
rifled masonry builds shelter for the poor,
bridled meadows slowly overgrow the rest;
a child skips oblivious across, now blessed.
I watched as you toddled, giggled and played
dancing around with the new friends you made
crying for plasters when you grazed your knee
my little angel- the whole world to me
as you grew older I saw something had changed
prayed you would ask for help before it was too late
now sorrow surrounds me as I kneel at your grave
my rescue too late you did not want to be saved
tears that I shed and asking God why-
you never reached out- why you wanted to die
photo's fading of your smile long ago
weeds overgrow on your grave- yes, I know
its too hard to sit there and remember the way
you used to toddle and giggle and play
one day I will join you in heaven above
until then angel I hold onto your love
May God in His wisdom forgive man his sins
In this City of drugs where evil wins.
An Ordinary Fellow
I am just an ordinary fellow
I have no need for show
All I know is a simple life
Yet I know I will still grow
I have no need to think big
I just watch life flow
I am happy with the little bits I know
I have no grand designs to follow
No philosophies to borrow
I have no places to go
I just want to take it slow
I am not lazy
I just don't want to over glow
I am just an ordinary fellow
I have it big for my own show
I preach to no one
I just hop, skip and
Not overgrow
I know when this life is over
I will just take a bow
I am after all just an ordinary fellow
Outside the group that's outside the box
seeing inside the outside Im shocked
how you shape our fate as it knocks
on imaginations and what they concoct
My dream craves standards, but they take work
here efforts actualize ideals
tough labors haunt tall morals that lurk
conscience yielding obsession's appeals
Then I want to want like I need
I want to make like I eat
and overgrow like a weed
lead the way as the street
Chance is the string in front of the cat
you wiggle it and they start to hunt
powerless to hope, now a door mat
contours the form of fantasy's brunt
My dream yearns for spirit's fruition
This needs my best and the will to provide
Then integrity tugs ambition
then my drive to succeed won't subside
And I want to want like I need
I want to make like I eat
and over grow like a weed
lead the way as the street
Outside the outside wants inside the inside
thirst and honor feeds the ride
swallow and beg with my mouth open wide
for virtue to lead the way of the guide
In the forest where the sun beats
upon trees that have stood over time
Battered for years withstanding the elements
each season bringing a new look to the ever changing landscape
Becoming home to millions of birds and insects that thrive within
The ripening fruits of spring bring in nature's bounty
A feasting time, red clusters of ripe berries growing in the underbrush
As the mist rises , the sun breaks through branches in yellow lemon shades
The multitude of leaves become a natural camouflage for insects to survive
Eroded landscape, a reminder of eons that have passed
Dead limbs tell of a tortuous past , it's failure to thrive,
A place where man's footsteps once passed, stepped on, survived
Shaded areas, where moisture gathers, scrub and grasses overgrow
A place for hunters to lie in wait, amongst the green lush growth
As seasons ever change, this forest continues to thrive
Tuffs of grass, withered and dry, eroded hillsides carved away
Broken shale, where a blade of grass refuses to grow
A peaceful place that thrives all nature bestows.
Hold your hands
In incantation,
Let them fondle and soothe
These throes that
Overgrow in my heart.
I long for your incantations
Like the beaker
Overflows.
This rending thirst
I need to quench.
Forage throughout my essence
And deliver me from love.
Deliver me from guilt,
Rescue my core
From possession.
I, this barren she of feelings,
No longer want to think
Of desire,
From love I wish
To be evicted.
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
let there be peace in our homes
and peaceful images that feed
desire to hope
let there be assurance in our tones
illuminated by a knowledge of religious diversion
let there be an overgrow of enthusiastic
love in gladness for one another
let there be tolerance that seems elastic
and brotherhood that extends from one to another
let there be an echo undrowned by new voices
an initiation into the love of public opion
let there be removed from us lack lustre
and impacted into us a new poise
the summits of social life in unity
and a march of supriority unto redemption
As the flowers wilt…
You think of the things you couldn’t give to me
When all I wanted was time
I look in your sunken blue eyes-
the years wasted hanging in the bags
And the wrinkles written in your pain
As you wait for your garden to die.
And I’ll say… “now, you see
this isn’t the way you pictured it would be.”
A painful death,
A slow goodbye.
And when your garden dies
They will all forget
What you meant.
But I never will and I will cry,
A million tears.
Forgiving all the times you didn’t care.
No one will water your flowers
No one will tend to your plants.
The bushes will overgrow
And the weeds will multiply.
There in the jumbled rainbow,
I will see you.
Roaming in your oasis…
Still here on earth.
Stuck…looking for the things you could never find.
All the riches in the world,
The countries far and wide…Turkey, Sweden, Germany…
It never was enough,
It never made you whole.
The family you built.
The struggles, the love…
It never found you.
It never made you one.
This is what you have always wanted...
Waiting to die.
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