Gardens

Listening to "House of Cards", imagining my own.

Just as you turn away

I grab your hand.

          And time stops.

It is in this moment

that you look at me.

          And you see straight through me.

Past the facade of goodness.

Beyond the cobwebs of insecurity.

Through the heart I have hidden

     under bricks and rocks

          and anything else I can find to build that wall

that flimsily protects me.

 

There is a place in my garden

that only sees the sun for a few moments in the day. 

The place is bare

         except for one brave flower

drinking in sunlight only during those few moments.

The rest of its day is spent in the dark.

But it lives for those moments of light.

And it is ever faithful to those moments,

knowing that it will come every day

and growing in that faith that when the warmth is gone,

          it will return again.

 

Time has stopped for this moment,

the moment right now

when you are looking at me

and I am looking at you.

And we know.

          We know.

And it is this delicate moment that I live for

the moment I have faith in

the one I hold my breath for

          and let you breathe for me…..

The one before the world resumes again

and we are once again leaves in the wind.

Reviews

[Thomas James Martin]

Exceptionally expressive and well-written.
Tom

[Lily1111]

Beautifully expressive poem.

Loved the line:

"There is a place in my garden
that only sees the sun for a few moments in the day. "

Captures wonderfully those few moments you reveal your vunerability.

Lovely.

[Antonio Valentino]

What a beautiful flower you are.

[Poeticpiers]

Beautiful sentiment Couched in well written poetic prose