an orchard for my withering garden (the prose)

 

an orchard for my withering garden (the prose)

 

 

I build an orchard for my withering garden,a rose & a leaf, my pain and grief! and water it with tears upon the death of a memory.
Buried under the roses ,& gone with the wind, like spores of a poison ivy,to give hell to those who are in heaven


by: The Black Iris, Of The Luminous Imperious

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

stunning

[Adela Muresan]

I really think that you need to lose the excalmation sign in the first line, but the tears and the memeory part, is both beautiful and touching.

Great imagery, and toughts sista'.

A.M.

[Kristin Brecoe]

wow. that was one intense little piece. the imagery was great!

[Tessa Le Rouge]

i found this very interesting.
good job.
smart change.
keep it up.

[Leah Maldonado]

very interesting metaphor for something in your life..or a thought in your head. it was very beautiful, one change I would make though is the change r to are.
Leah