No Gardener Required
Oh’ little garden
perfect ..
Any time of year,
regardless
of the seasons ..
With your
flawless yet so
delicate divide ..
Calling me
with whispers
from
somewhere
so well hidden ..
Tho’ not
so very deeply
rooted
much like a
sacred
vineyard laden ..
Where
a single scented
fuchsia now
smiles and thrives ..
Nigh on
two point five,
heavy
calloused fingers
wide ..
Without any
doubt well-tended
and so
very carefully
maintained ..
Regardless of so
many
probing tongues
and of course
those prying eyes ..
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Author:
Neville (
Offline) - Published: June 23rd, 2023 00:52
- Comment from author about the poem: I shall leave this one entirely up to you ..
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'Garden' can have some swoony connotations, which I cannot explain in public! lol.
In the meantime, you must be careful you don't soil yourself sir Steven .. 🌺🐭🌸🐧💮🌹🐭
so relatable, capturing that pure joy
and appreciation, we all recognise
for that steadfast presence
in our lives
such wonderful flow, dear Poet supreme
(be it a garden, a loved one or a cherished hobby
we all need those treasured anchors
to our everyday reality
those that take a subtly, entrenched
place in our hearts
and whisper, droplets of soothing
thoughts, when things
get a little rough, allowing us a fall-back
routine, to grip to
when, once more we're forced
to try and fix our shattered lives
one planted seed at a time..)
Thanking you hardly seems enough brother Mek .. but thank you I do & BIGLY 🙂
You manured that garden yet? Not that it's related to the 'unspeakable' thing I can't mention in public. lol.
This poem is lush in language and succulent in capturing ones imagination. ‘Calling me with whispers so we’ll hidden’ I often feel that when I walk in my (actual) secret garden. People who actually garden develop a unique and sophisticated language. Thank you for sharing…
Whilst I am indeed a keen gardener Parisab, there are those who see me as a naughtyculturist .. bless you for visiting my little scribble .. Neville
That garden of life sometimes does not need pruning Neville, it grows into resounding beauty,
Andy
Good to see you here my golden friend and thanks for seeing it my way ... Neville
My face always lights up learning i have another of your wonderful works to read my friend. it means a lot that you continue to share them with the world. Beautiful work as always (:
and You dear Joan are far too bloomin kind to this old fella who appreciates you ongoing support very much indeed .. thank you again .. Neville
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