Crave your heart,
in open door,
musing mountain,
sending creek to shore;
the journey,
launched in supposition of love,
learning intuition,
through garden, home-grown,
sent to roam, in thirsty loam,
and stem of sod
to so applaud.
Green is living inspiration,
descending golden hue,
sleeping September,
rising silent queen,
as first, thirsty leaf to shiver inside of breath,
where lung grows lonely.
Why live life
in fear of dying,
crying foul to December's vowel,
bowing dusty, whiter U,
to feeze
in view of A,
and I,
the sky, a victim to my sigh
just too afraid of where and why?
So grow your garden
to feed the simple sparrow,
arrow wide, in stride of straight and narrow,
those weeds that spring
her fragrant issue,
tissue tossed
to sneeze in glory,
a fresher find of love,
unbroken,
waiting for the first spring shower,
down wind from flower,
so softly spoken.
In a list
A contest entry
- Favorite Poets & People: kirbysman by Dienush.
500 points, ended September 26, 2008, 3 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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"So grow your garden
to feed the simple sparrow"
Sighhh...kirbysman will enjoy this, Scribe. So eloquent, so graceful & such an amazing whisper across the miles, my Friend. Beautifully penned, Sweetie. Your talents & gifts are unmistakeable ~ they're luminous, bold & wild, like a silvered embrace. 
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This sounds so much like Paul! I love the use of alliteration and rhyming, and the garden/season metaphor is clever. Thank you for entering this
~Diana
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