The most beautiful of a thousand roses sang to me in the garden of my soul there's only you for me.
In the field of my mind a rainbow of the prettiest colours shone your beauty on my presence.
The sun beaming its golden glory on the earth that you tread.
Your spirit like eternity expanding your reach across the expanse of the garden of my soul.
A golden stream reflecting your radiant beauty as it rushes by as clear as the purist crystal.
The morning dew like a thousand diamonds in a field of the greenest grass.
When my garden Shedds it's leaves wilt's and dies away,
You shall make it come alive like the darling bud of May,
You are the wind,
You are the rain,
You’re the seasons time and time again,
You are the roots for my trees,
You are the soft summer's breeze,
You are the soothing rain,
Ridding all of anger and pain,
You are the wings on every bird,
The breath from every lung,
You're the water in river,
When this song is sung,
We all shall be free,
In the garden of my soul there's only you for me.
Please tell me what you think
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Here is a soulful rejoicing, lyrical praise poem. The title promises some sort of care, tending along with nature's green and other colours.
(Keep in mind in the numbering plan, Souless Poet tends to leave line one blank, so just turn on your own numbering scheme to follow along with this critique).
The first line clarifies that there is a significant other, an intended recipient for the poet's message, a panegyric or encomium to either a love interest or a divinity, deity perhaps. The universality and ubiquity of the metaphors implies the latter.
Lately I've been exploring the connectedness between people and ideas which at first may seem altogether random or isolated. While I doubt the artist knew of the following works by the same title, a brief exploration of the concept in English language culture reveals much to think about. Plugging in the title "soul garden" I got some very interesting results, including a 1989 mixed media on wood sculpture by Sandi Knell Tamny, photographed by Kevin Olds:
http://arts.ucsc.edu/sesnon/exhibitions/sanditamny/04.soulgarden.html
The above link leads to the interactive display courtesy of Mary Porter Sesnon's art gallery.
There is also a non-fiction book by Dr. Donald Norfolk, who EBSCO tells us is "a British osteopath and lecturer on holistic health explores the connection between cultivating nature and maintaining good health. Having observed that those patients who gardened were among his healthiest, he reflects on the rejuvenation, variety, and renewal that occurs in the land and in the bodies and spirits of those tending it."
Exploring soul garden without the quotations oddly got me a few interesting sites on spirituality based in Singapore, of all places. Now I have bookmarked a blog which lists the time for Moslem prayer based on the solar and lunar calendar.
The overlapping and interconnectedness of poetry, art, literature are the subject of philology, which sadly is not much taught in the United States. Hopefully, as America further involves itself in true globalism and not mere global capitalist imperialism, more of her peoples will move out of the provincialism of specialization and help bridge our consciousness, seeing the world, or garden of our souls, as one.
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