In the shadows of a garden hiding its wealth,
the pink and lilac, the birds secretly,
still awaiting the soft whispers of serenity,
caressing beautiful time at the bottom of indolence.
In this quiet; sheltered from any turbulence,
a squirrel steals, listening a moment,
a butterfly on blooming flower to charm off,
as a souvenir of life in velvety silence.
What made the elk are beautiful garden in bloom
if the evening there flowing out of misery,
as a star in heaven invites them to be silent.
Oh, in this so sweet small garden, free of universe,
the love listening murmurs of isolated whispers
when your arms in embrace shudder in my golden solitude.
Author notes
Prompt: Picture
http://www.bnr-art.com/images/kinkade/springgt.jpg
Credit: Thomas Kinkade
A contest entry
- Kinkade Inspired. by Poetryintheblood.
450 points, ended October 12, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Thank you for your beautiful entry and for following the rules, good luck in my contest, Josie
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