With the turn of a key, I’m there, inside my outside treasury,
Where I can be natural, truly natural, to unplug myself,
To renounce my title of “fleshling robot”, just for a while,
So, I can take in the sanity, of some clean fresh air,
And my exhalation, my gift, to nearby silent friends blooming,
The scene adorned with an orchestra of birds, dogs and the wind,
Who together compose a sweet immortal aria, ear medicine,
That my lugholes gulp down ravenously, with telepathic thanks,
I look around, and I gaze upon true reasons for me to smile,
The bluebells shimmer like sapphires, as blue as the waters
That splash upon the beach at elegant Egremnoi,
And the blades of the pampas grass, act loud and proud,
Like elongated emeralds reaching for the sky,
An open treasure chest full of gems, I have, and for a moment,
I truly become the richest man in the world,
Where my worries evaporate, and all my heart can do, is sing.
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
Offline) - Published: May 5th, 2020 13:04
- Comment from author about the poem: I thought I would write a poem in honour of my lovely garden, which has been a good friend to me for a long time, and it has been especially good to me during the lockdown. I am lucky to have a garden, so if you have one, I suggest that you pay it some attention in this hard time, you never know, you may become slightly happier. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, and of course, please stay safe everyone.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Good words Ben, I love that first line 'inside my outside treasury' that is the way I feel when I walk with My River. A treasure trove for free.
Andy
Thank you, Andy, and your walk by the riverside sounds lovely too.
Hope that you're keeping well.
Ben.
Very lovely words . Engaging poem 🙂
Thank you for your kind words yellowrose, I am glad that you enjoyed it.
I hope all is well.
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