I am your garden,
my hands will plant your every dream,
they’ll bloom as perfect petals,
you’ll never lack for spring,
just lay your soil before me,
let me plow in it the soft furrows of delight,
sow the seeds that you’ll always crave,
because you know I love you
and will always see you as a matchless rose,
a paradise we’ll harvest,
Eden awaits once you open the gate.
Now close your eyes and let the pearls of my words
build the gazebo of rapture
amid the hallow of your heart.
Oh come and suspend the frail linen of your trust
upon the clothesline of my assurance,
for you can tell in your soul
every word I say is radiate with veracity’s spun gold.
In time I know you’ll stop detecting
that scent of manure,
the more you let my voice be your perfume
then the less your nostrils will cause you trouble
and even if you eyes should observe
some mar among the landscape I’ve tilled,
by my song will give you a sight
to bring a veil over your vision
so what you sense as mirages
will with my help be ecstasy’s incarnations
and even if they turn to vapors
by my mind’s melody you still be left singing.
Author notes
Prompt: Liar
A contest entry
- Liar (s) by CarolDesjarlais.
900 points, ended November 30, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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There is something, right fromt he beginning that set me up for this "let the pearls of my words
build the gazebo of rapture
amid the hallow of your hear"
although most would ahve put "hollow"....the word "hallow" adds a whole other dimension to this.... I likeit. -
a great twist
eakky well thought out and crafted, I enjoyed the journey
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Your metaphor is strong, and I think it helped to set-us up for the prompt in the ending. An interesting situation, but I think it really captures what it is like well.
"my hands will plant your every dream,
they’ll bloom as perfect petals"
This phrase sticks out to me well. Just the idea of having our dreams grow as easy as plants -- with some careful watering and some tender care -- is truly magical.
Well written, Philo Milo Buttercream.
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a wonderful poem I like now close your eyes and let the pearls of my words build the gazebo of rapture amid the hallow of your heart good luck inthe contest
maralisa
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A wonderful write here and I loved it! Good luck in the contest
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Oooh Now this Is some lie
Very well written An enjoyable read
Good Luck In the contest
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