A Weed in the Garden

I smell a foul intrusion

In the garden.

 

I can see it--

It's a weed.

 

I would pull it--

Toss it to the wind,

 

But my eyes weep sighs

For the garden that's not mine.

 

The joy of fragrant blooms

Dies a pungent death

 

At the hands

Of an

unholy

bi-petal

weed.

Reviews

[Barbara Lynne]

hmmmm...can relate this to the "garden of life" too...great write

[Dinkleman]

A good poem to remind us to keep the weeds out of our garden! :)

[for my ♥]

Ah this is so wonderful, I liked this write.