Where the Garden Grows

Augustus

Where do we seek our nourishment?

A garden grows not afield but at heart.

To friends we go for sustenance

such willingness on their part.

 

Together we share the nutriment

Our cornucopia abounds

a harvest of precious sentiment

none less than proportions profound.

 

This is a place where tenderness will flourish,

an oasis without desert or weed,

a conservatory beyond need for courage,

a connection where the battle weary feed.

 

Let's corral each others' understanding,

design minus opinion, superficiality or reign,

as tortured beaten souls reach our landing

offer comfort, solace, refreshment to sustain.

 

 

 

 

Augustus / Folsom, LA / February 2017

  • Author: Augustus (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 10th, 2017 12:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: Where do we go for comfort for our wounds? Where could we go?
  • Category: Friendship
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Comments9

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Great write! Oh that we could all enter that garden and never leave. I hold out hope as I have found my garden, despite the struggle it has been to get to it!

    • Augustus

      Who could ask for more. I am happy for you. Thanks for reading and commenting.

    • WriteBeLight

      Lovely Augustus!

      • Augustus

        Thanks precious lady.

        • WriteBeLight

          🙂

        • Tony36

          Well written and expressed

          • Augustus

            Thanks Tony.

            • Tony36

              Welcome

            • kevin browne

              oh this garden sounds like the Eden. great write my friend.

              • Augustus

                Yes, and you are part of it. Thanks.

              • orchidee

                A fine write A.

                • Augustus

                  Thanks so much.

                • rrodriguez

                  Great job Augustus. I like your pic too.

                  • Augustus

                    I believe it is a tea garden in China. Thanks.

                  • willyweed

                    Sounds a bit like this bug bitten burg we have here....a little?
                    Nice work my sweet elite poet! WW

                    • Augustus

                      Yea, that was on my mind, this great group we have. Sweet elite sounds very nice. That's a lot to live up to. I should try for bad ass and really rattle some cages.

                      • willyweed

                        yeah that might be interesting, you know I'm sure; I am just rattling your cage ol'e buddy? but I do enjoy your work greatly and look forward to your daily in put sincerely WW...bad ass is good!

                      • MendedFences27

                        A garden gives both beauty and nourishment, flowers and vegetables, and a caring heart does likewise. Beauty, in that it brings a smile to those in need, and nourishment of the emotional kind. a nice bit of writing, and I'm sure it was born of a caring heart. Great poem. - Phil A.

                        • Augustus

                          You are very generous. Thank you.

                        • Goldfinch60

                          Very good write, I will be in that garden.

                          • Augustus

                            I'd like to grow lots like you. Thanks.



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