Your Front Yard

Not all yards flourish

There haven't been visitors here

In a while

Nor has my heart ventured

Into anyone's front yard

Since I left you in yours

Your yard was barren

Not that it had always been

The grass

Green and full

There were flamingos and gnomes

Proudly displaying

Pink plumage and wiry beards

Now the characters lie broken

Feathers scattered, tufts of hair float about

The lawn browned with crimson

Spatters

I remember losing a lot here

Pints, perhaps enough to please

Sadistic surgeons

Now you try to bring the foliage back

Feeding it salt water

Pondering the reasons nothing new grows

No amount of glue can rebuild

Graceful birds and stout tree dwellers.

Better to just scrap the project

Give up while you're behind

I may have lost blood to your front yard

But you forget

My body produces

2 million red blood cells per second

What you've taken from me

I can easily replace

I'd buy you some flowers to say I understand

Your pain

But you'd just let them die

Author's Note

Brand new poem. Haven't really edited it or anything. Thinking about strengthening the analogy (perhaps with stronger language or less unneeded fluff.) Feel free to give any criticisms that may come to mind. Kinda struggling to get anything new that I really enjoy after writing. Thanks for reading!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked how you used the garden to make you point.
"Now you try to bring the foliage back
Feeding it salt water
Pondering the reasons nothing new grows"
The poem directness made me smile. Some people bring life and some people know how to damage everything they touch. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[James O'Rourke]

True that man. Sometimes it's hard to tell when damage is occurring because we're so busy being in love that it's often too late to save it when we realize what's happening.

Thanks for reading!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.