To The Endearing One

Of all the forgiveness I possessed

     In my tidy heart,

I could not purge myself of enmity

     In all the summers of my years;

I could not tend the blossoms that 

     Sprouted from the wilted soil within.

When winter kissed my cheek I pressed 

     The beauties in my leather book

To preserve the frozen garden 

     In verity for the pages of leaves. 

When they poked their tiny heads  

     In every revival of spring,

I pulled out my trowel the same as before,

     And rolled my apron up.

Reviews

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Strength. It's everywhere in this poem. I don't even know where to begin. You know how to put together a poem that speaks, that's for sure

[Seshat Nidaba]

The first four lines are exceedinly strong. In particular lines 1, 3 and 4.

This would be an effortless poem for you to write,

1.I could not purge myself of enmity

In all the summers of my years

[BlueDreams]

Great poem .. Liked it... :-)