dear Jacob, a breath-taking romantic poem...
a garden where seeds were planted by the
light of the moon... Memories of roses on
pillows by weeping willows. truly lovely, Pat
"That garden has no pillows and only the imprint of her heart" ...
only a trace of her love... read more"That garden has no pillows and only the imprint of her heart" ...
only a trace of her love... melancholy Motif... truly, Pat
p.s. I must have had too much dandelion wine...
when I left my first comment...
8 Years Ago
ah but yes, there is a trace of romantic here..what once was...you were not off the mark at all---read moreah but yes, there is a trace of romantic here..what once was...you were not off the mark at all---
Ah the potpourri of memories, marred by the thorns of regrets. This dream haunting scene is lively yet sad. The garden in nightscape is full of shadows.
Like this a lot. It has for me, a kind of Shakespearian feeling, a kind of imagery you would find in a sonnet, but transposed into an open verse form. Great write, so all WC writers should have a look at this,
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..