Open Poetry #18 |
D.Lester’s Garden Of Love |
D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
I toil with the soil with loving hands In the serenity I lose everything Clouded emotions will overcast The seeking light of time The roots are taught how to breathe In the sighs of the gardener Gentle tear mists will wash the leaves That dust has claimed as homes Nourishment comes from bottled up emotions Flowing in storming passions gently letting loose In a damming of relief Showering the smell of stagnation away Rows upon rows of arrangements Seek the unity of thoughtful organization For the eyes to ponder through rough trails Of rutted pits and overgrown weeds With bristles that scratch the mind Clinging in magnetic weights Mowing through with rotating cuts The overgrowth is dimmed To spark the obstructed view Motors stalled to only drive on Eventually overcome the wasted time Somehow the burden of the view Is worth the wait For now in rough trails The arranged beds of devoted toils Can be seen growing in the mind intensity Reds making love with yellows To flow into passionate violets Virgin whites bleached in preaching’s Stand guard for the demons Insects devouring the new found honey destroy the hive Before the pollen can deliver the nectar Spraying the conquering army Of rebels of corporate invaders Will save the wealth of the masterpiece Before it become a fragile shell Collapsing on its own weight Reinforced barriers slow the demise In never ending watches Letting the hands that create Bleed in the blisters of love Thorns of beauty have been pricked away To calluses of leathery hide To finally develop the show Everywhere but everywhere In skies upon skies became blue Bees sang in wings of glee Never before had a vision like this appeared before In rays that sparkled back in dazzling amazement The universe stopped to watch The blending of a man with nature’s time For even the trails seemed to open up For this show But as the trails opened this virgin sight The virus spread from the gate A masterpiece was born But could be destroyed even faster By the stampede of those Sick for something inside To absorb their trampled sorrows Limitations had to be made So the pruning could take place Could new gardeners unfeeling Be taught to take on the load Could it be bottled up in a pill Be mass produced in special effects Ticketed to Super Bowl prices Inside my serenity I think not So I choose those that may now enter In the lie detector of humanity For the hearts within must be true And their hands must have suffered The toils of their work in years of frustrations In paths grown over in their own self doubts To see the magic that can be made for those that try Maybe soon other gardens will be shown To conquer doubt For this is my garden to build And if chosen mine to destroy But doing so will stop time And I surely will wilt D.Lester Young (01/31/02) Tuscaloosa, AL Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry) http://www.writtenbyme.com/userprofile.php?name=davelyoung1 http://www.authorsden.com/visit/author.asp?AuthorID=5012 |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Very complex thoughts here. I thought first of the simple joy of growing, and nature, and then it carried far beyond that. You said a lot here. Sandra |
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Silver Streak Member Elite
since 2002-01-02
Posts 3625FL, USA |
Wonderful thoughts! Sharing God's Love through perfectlovepoetry.com |
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amusemi Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1262A State of Disarray |
What a beautiful dance with the metaphor!! |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
*sigh* I love this garden...it sounds the perfect place for me to be...maybe I will come visit this garden of love you have. **big hugs** Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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