Garden of Souls by ariosto at All poetry

I may be the Tinman searching for a heart
except I haven't had much time to look these days

The road to Oz still keeps me going
sights I see seem more important than the steps I take

Once though, in a maze of crazy streets and alleys
I came to a gentle wall that blocked my way

A garden lay beyond it's mossy crenellations
I could smell the blue, sweet scent of lilacs
ivory petals drifted down a sighing wind
I envied small birds that danced above it
envied the flowers blossoming within

I sat in shadows waiting
wondered what it must be like inside
but a doorway never opened
and I've grown too old to climb

Everyone's garden is a private place
mine must be the yellow bricks I stride

Author notes

http://allpoetry.com/poem/4069321

Challenge poem, Garden of Souls with Delaney

Introspection is not my forté, so this one was difficult. As you can see Mermaid, I have managed to still be the outsider looking in.

This was fun.
My turn for the next challenge

love
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Pingwen
April 14

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Good work. I like the sense of longing to visit a special place, and the disappointment of not being able. There is satisfaction in being able to have something, even if it isn't perfect.
Grunts Girl
April 10
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i like how you did this
child like vulnerability through out
ecrivain01
April 3
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Exquisite ...
and I wonder if you would mind if I posted this on my blog?
Dalaney
March 30
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When I left my first comment I had no words to leave you...I couldn't think of any that would justify this work of poetry. I feel like this is one of your most personal pieces, I could feel you in each and every word and line, and I wanted to be there, Dorothy, to lay down with you in the field of posies...my, Artiste. Love, Lane
malmadre
March 30

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David's garden
This is also a small peek into your secret garden, I have seen some of the flowers that you envisioned and painted along the yellow bricks. You may envy other gardens beyond walls but someone is there envying what they perceive in yours. This is one of the most beautiful things that you have written! Inspiring me to write a small tribute...David’s garden in bloom
Beyond the yellow bricks.
MotorcycleFreak
March 30

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Beautiful
I have been there and done that my friend. It is all part of the lesson. If it is to be so, it will be so. If not, maybe the next lifetime. Great writing as always. Your Friend, Gar
myrataal
March 30

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Oh but don't you know , Poet ...
the most beautiful Garden is ... inside?

Your yearning is obvious and you worded that well, in a very visual poem.

Blessed be.

Myra
cherche -d -ame
March 30

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on the contrary, I believe you do quite well with introspection [maybe you just never attempted it before]Upon first interpretation One would sort of think this was sort of sad [realization that time is passing faster than we would want it to] , but then to me anyway....it all took on the feel of a peaceful acceptance and serenity that only comes when one can look deep enough inside to know that many steps have been climbed before and now the time has come to just sit, let others do the climbing and rejoyce in tyhe sights to be seen without the effort of trying to pursue the top of the pinnacle<-----whilst doing that in younger days all that was to be seen along the way was more than likely missed.I liked that you sort of wrote this in ref to the Wizard of Oz [for in there so many characters had wishes to have things not afforded to them at that time] fits so well with this "introspection into self"
best wishes in this contest
z to you and of course many squawks to your flock
reenie
Dalaney
March 29
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My Artiste...

Love, Lane