The Garden's SecretA Poem by WallflowerLike the blossom in the bosom of spring, Inhale the air, the brilliant scent Breathing light does bring.
Unfolded pallets, artist’s nature sees The sense of sight without a scene, The smell of colors, white canvas dreams, Tangible meadows, intangible greens, Inevitable petals absorb what it means To reflect meaning. Waves no longer stay at lengths, they cling To the shore, forevermore hear Truth be told as they crash and sing. Rainbows sure are a beautiful ‘thing’.
Flowers know May by name But May be named by flowers, Relatives by wonder and wither, Offspring of seconds and hours. This unity has beauty, but so it still remains That beauty is in the unity which precedes these prior claims, In the colors of carnations that lay in shallow graves, In gardens still unborn, in seeds asleep during the day, In the aroma of colors, in flowers left unnamed, unknown.
© 2011 Wallflower |
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