I step out into my garden, my world,
The air is heavy with perfume,
I look up to the clear sky,
Feeling the warm soil beneath my feet,
My toes digging into the rich brown,
Connecting with the circle of life around me.
The blue of the sky is matched by flowers,
And complemented by pinks and oranges.
Butterflies become drunk on heady nectar,
Weaving in and out of blooms,
Alcoholics at a wine tasting,
Oblivious to me watching.
Clouds swirl above, suddenly
My legs go weak,
My head goes dizzy, I fall,
Not cushioned by grass
But landing on a rough bed of thorns,
The warmth of the sun replaced
By the chill of wind,
The harsh sting of rain.
My eyes are open now,
My daydream's been cleared,
Replaced by the truth:
Around me weeds are rampant,
But I smile;
Tasting the cold sobering sweetness
Of the rain on my lips,
I again close my eyes,
Breathing in the perfume of my imagination,
Returning to the dream of the future,
That this garden,
Now only the home of the wild,
Will one day become
A contest entry
- Secrets of the Garden - This one is for everyone! by Amunet Wolfbane.
525 points, ended November 11, 2007, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
All comments appreciated, I've not been writing poems for very long, so please let me know what you think!
Comments
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yet again, such a wonderfull piece! i can realy feel whats going on, and the colours you describe make it even better!
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I see this so vividly as I read the words. For some reason I cannot quite feel the emotions of it. Most likely my mood today, but it does make me want to linger in the scene and delve into it more readily. Beautiful job on this.
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