Eva In The Garden.

The cycle of life.

Leave me in the garden,

resting like undisturbed

stones, until my flesh and

bones becomes one with

the earth and my veins

evolve into roots spreading

themselves thin all about

this beautiful haven of flowers.

 

Leave me in the shade to wilt

in the soft shadow of this secret

place, until buds begin to grow

from my fingertips, soon to bloom

into lonely little flowers.

 

Let the rain fill my thirsting

leaves, until there is no longer

a trace of a woman here, but

a only a bleeding heart vine.

 

 

Sooner or later...

all things must

turn back from whence they came.

 

 

Reviews

[Rye]

This is such a beautiful write, so well written

[J.P. Bristow]

I really loved the sentiment in this....the words well thought and the form almost soothing... and it works wonderfully with the correlating picture but I dislike the last stanza beneath the picture....just my own two cents mind you but I think it is unneccessary as it gives a work that has its own voice a cliched overused ending.

[TL Boehm]

such beauty and peace in this considering the subject matter. A gentle breath of a poem. Nicely written. Thanks to Dawn for sending it to me.

[Nicole (Carpe Diem)]

how true, we come from and return to the earth... nicely written ...

[Dawn Jones]

I love how your words make me see everythign so vividly. You are awe inspiring as always love!

[Brette Medb]

This was beautiful and so well written. The imagery in the cycle of life how no one thing ends without becoming something else it a beautiful concept. Great write.


Brette