I bloom with the scent
Of contentment as I saunter
Unworriedly in the garden
Of magnificence incarnated
How nature creates medical
Splendour, titillates my senses,
Arouses a need to smell all
That generates a healthy heart
I long to be this divine, to heal
In such a way, the body and mind
Of those I love, I am merely a closed
bud, pruning ideas from natures lips
A contest entry
- #71 at Winklings for members and Friends from Allpoetry. by Lyndon.
3000 points, ended June 7, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The medical angle comes through. Actually, Australians think more in terms of our ubiquitous coastal and inland forests, thick or sparse. You have responded to the specifications even so.
Thank you for entering and best wishes.


