The Gardener's Song

Our I love you's litter the floor,

of our garden wedding,

If you could pluck the whitest rose,

worship again its fragrance,

before you could place it behind my left ear,

where I used to welcome the wake of your 

delicate words, i know you would

If we could rearrange the sky, 

for the moon to shine behind your face,

for the stars to fall on  my shoulders,

we know we would

There is a reprieve from

the sunset that glares on peaceful

lakes and abandoned towns 

And now you laugh,

At my words

And I crawl upon the brilliant edifice

of your well-guarded fortress,

where your bleeding heart lies

Reviews

[B]

A perfect work of art
Her bleeding heart is what you wanted to reach
and she lets you in
You are the healer

[highonwords]

thank you, nisreen, for dropping by

[Leslie Philibert]

A fine poem, especially like the first line, that forces the reader to be careful, then the conjunctive in L3 is exactly right, all combined with fine imagery. Well done.

[highonwords]

thank you, leslie, for your words

[jacob erin-cilberto]

if only we could replant the seed of love and have it grow again, like it once had flourished.
i see a love that has gone through many storms...and as a garden it is all disheveled and needs much care and reseeding to find that trust and passion once more.

[highonwords]

you are so right on, in your interpretation of the poem, Jacob, thank you

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are most welcome....if you get an opportunity and an inkling to, visit my page sometime...

j.