Where but in a garden
Does life begin and end
On such a scale
In such a framework
That every beginning can be witnessed
Then followed through its allotted time
To an end so fitting
Back into the earth
Nestled among dying friends
And scarlet leaves
-
Author:
Lorna (
Offline) - Published: July 29th, 2025 05:50
- Category: Nature
- Views: 20
- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Priya Tomar, Damaso
Offline)
Comments5
And so the metaphor of the original garden of Eden and its trees of life and knowledge. A beautiful metaphor for all life where we are watched by that all seeing eye as we are born, struggle, display our beauty and wither returning ashes to ashes, dust to dust. A fave
The journey of life from the garden of Eden all the way until we are returned back to the earth and nature, enjoyed the read, nicely crafted.
Excellent write
I really loved the last two lines in this. Nice job. Beautiful imagery.
Hello Lorna,
This is such a treat to behold. It reads like a flourishing garden on a bed of bones, the bones of souls who planted it. A bequest from those who have returned to the earth for those who live with the fruits of it. A poem of life by a gifted poet - a Gardner of words. Excellent!
Kind regards,
Tony.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.