She built a garden in my heart;
Each kiss a bush,
Each tender moment a shrub,
Each loving glance a long blade of grass,
Each caress a flower,
And the children;
A forest,
And a lake.
I thought she was building somewhere to grow old in,
But she was building somewhere to hide.
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Jabberwocky (
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The twist in this one made me think and that is what poetry is supposed to do as well as feel. Nicely written my friend
Lovely written.
What a beautiful and quietly brutal piece, Jabberwocky. The garden feels full of love, intimacy, and family…then the final turn changes the entire landscape without needing to raise its voice. Excellent poem, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Super write Gary leading to a very sad end, I hope that you can find her.
Andy
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