GARDEN VIEW

I was part of the garden view
like the stone sculptures buried
under vegetation and foliage,
wild and unattended

though its beauty once seen
pristine and manicured it was
the center of our weathered brick
Bronx tenement building

a once cared for and fenced in garden,
flowers loved and touched by neighbors
and envied by visitors

a tear drop of mother nature
contained like those of financial
circumstance behind walls of brick
and mortar

poverty the strangled hold of
happy homes trickled poison
into the garden soil, slowly
killing the gardens beauty

less to care, flowers bare,
choked by urine and debris

until the garden was just
a small plot of soil, unworked
like the cotton plantations
of long ago.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The photos show a beautiful garden and yard. The poem described a yard without care and concern. I like the days of garden and relaxing in the yard. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[roarke]

This took a bit of a turn at the end, although unexpected, it seems asymmetrically fitting. Everything, .... is a garden.