The Gardener

This is an idea I've been working on, but a conversation with Anastasia Starlena helped me break through my block.

 

 

He tends his garden skillfully

With gentle hands and meticulous words.

Each flower is labeled,

Planted in a separate part

Of the garden where it

Receives his tender care.

Gentle and loving,

He gives each one the perfect amount

Of light and plenty of water from his can.

The orchids thrive and the roses blossom

With innocent, natural exuberance.

But, not me.

I’m the wild flower and I live

On the prairie, swaying in the breeze,

My face turned toward the sun,

Enjoying the fireflies and the stars.

The gardener could force me,

But I’d only wilt and die.

He understands.

It makes him sad, but

He’s content to watch

From the greenhouse as he

Once more prunes his lovelies

Patting their little petal heads as

He daydreams about me.

 

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Oh this was so nice,how I liked those flowers and especially this wild one
I dont know if you were hinting at the gardener always watching the wild flower
Everyone but me,I am wild and live on the prairie,I sway in the breeze
My face turned to the sun,enjoy fireflies and the stars,but I wilt and die
He understands,makes him sad but he d just watch,and daydreams about me
That was so nice and lovely,I really loved this..

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

What a beautifully metaphoric piece... for a man will like many woman but there is that one that stands out and captures the heart... and when you love someone one you don't change them you love em just the way they are... a really captivating piece of writing.

[scented words]

Well, she just outshone them all. The impressive thing was she didn't even do anything to capture his attention. Perhaps, she was lovely in her own way which caused the attraction. I love the message and how it holds true in reality. Thanks for sharing this.

[Gheeneil]

I like the idea of the wild flower in this piece. It's as if it's the stubborn one, not wanting to be cared of because it could take care of its own. But then its isolation and indifference caught the gardener's attention. Well, aren't we all that? We do act indifferently at times; it depends on the circumstance at hand. Yet, someone would still be mindful about us. Great piece!

[Sean Allen]

Now, this is absolutely beautiful. I am sure that God loves the wild ones among us as well, perhaps even more than the rest who would all disagree. All but One that is!

[Jibey]

A beautiful image and a poignant story within the poem... It still fills me with a sense of regret...

[Anastasia Starlena]

Very beautiful piece. I like the way you played this out. Acceptance in anothers eyes for who they are and the differences of their personalities. You don't know how much I can relate to this on a deeper level. Truly an amazing write. Thank you for sharing it.