grafted

grafted

A Poem by m.s.early

Where did you keep your secrets before this winter?
Perhaps the pastoral village nestled in the hills

just past the bird sanctuary protected them until
your incessant cultivating pruned those unwieldy splinters.

In the Spring, blooms suffered the stifling weeds
in the garden that grandmother planted before she died;

better you should grip your steering wheel tighter yet to guide
and change your gears and accelerate to higher speeds

for now that the bird is outside the sanctuary and sings
it beckons you just further along the painted lanes,

and your heart is beating faster and how it truly strains
against the ancient winds that now gale beneath her wings

drawing you both to the garden where blooms will now reclaim
in the bulwark of the sanctuary intertwined you'll safely cling,
rewriting each other's codas to graft your futures' sweet refrain.

© 2014 m.s.early


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This was so very cool X. Planting seeds and watching as everything around finds it's own way in life.

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Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: thanks jack :)
A clever use of several themes and disjointed metaphors to draw the reader in. I like it, a lot.

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Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: thank you kl :)
for now that the bird is outside the cage and sings
it beckons you just further along the painted lanes,
The lover is out side, happy, calling you to come and join her and get grafted to her future sweet days, so poet compares the secrets you caved in your mind as plants coming like tulips in spring after grandma planted them in timely fashion, before she went for her permanent sleep, so get ready for her call, do not wait for reading reviews, you will be late for getting grafted, really enjoyed, great write

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Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: thank you so much linda. i'm hurrying there lol :)
Linda alexander

10 Years Ago

You most welcome, my pleasure, take care
such a beautiful poem...grafted to nature, and grafted to another with such a strong love...that it becomes the sanctuary...each heart beats faster...love has history and high speed as we sail into the future together.

nicely done.

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m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: thank you so much Jacob :)

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