- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Lady in my Garden
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Click hereShe was 96 I think...
No one dared ask
as royalty need not answer
I had my fancy white chair ready
since walking was a past skill
and the cane could be tiring
There, on her shimmering throne
she blessed my garden with her presence
Bleeding hearts wrote their last love letter
Oriental poppies exploded with vivid color
as my heart beat with the sheer joy of living
Her head nodded as roses curtsied in honor
Morning glories opened at the sight of her smile
knowing their lives were just as fleeting
I eagerly awaited her daily advice
Pruining, weeding, living and loving
Never tiring of her ancient wisdom
Then one day she was gone
The chair yearned for its mate
as I listened for her voice in the wind
The flowers knew-
Forget me nots hung limply in sorrow
Tulips unfurled their final glory
Yet light rain could not erase the memories
of her gentle touch
and a love for nature
The chair remains
a reminder of her soul
And the garden
my lovely garden
waits patiently
she will return...
- COMMENTS
duddle146over 17 years agoWhat an exquisite priviledge to share the sweet intimacy of the relationship of two people in a lovely garden. Like a painting you would enjoy ~ this sweet rendering is so rich in imagery. The affectionate feelings between the two people come shining through. Lovely - delicate - and simply beautiful!
RhymeFairyover 18 years agoHow very touching Sack. I love it. If read very slow it will linger on the mind for days. You paint this picture with such beauty and grace. I wanna hug you, and her. Hoping she has returned and you two are yet again ... peacefully happy ~
More Plez~
dcpoet44almost 19 years agoand you have some beautiful imagery throughout. it's a very nice write and love this spot.......don
Then one day she was gone
The chair yearned for its mate
as I listened for her voice in the wind
Wanton Vixxxenalmost 19 years agoand her memory reflected in everything of beauty and grace in their garden. Sack, this was the gentlest piece of love lost, but still cherished poetry I have seen written here in a while. I will be wistfully sighing the rest of the evening now. Just beautiful! <smile>
Vixxx
Jennifer Calmost 19 years agoA really lovely piece,
I very much enjoyed the read.
Bleeding hearts wrote their last love letter
Loved that line!
Nice work,
thanks.
~ J
