Peter S. Quinn


I Listen To Your Thoughts - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I listen to your thoughts,
Like the wind in your garden
Roses wild in colors
Taking pigments from the earth;
A bouquet of flowers of fragrance so fine
Drunken with eyes like precious wine,
With name like yours of sweetness
Ever so new and fresh
As the wind on the garden walls behind.

Deception is thy name!
Deception, deception is thy game;
Returning from the wildest fantasy,
That once was a part of me.

The gate of the garden is now opened,
The seals of your thoughts are broken;
Neglect ion lies inside your walls
And sprouts of bouquet of flowers,
With name like yours of sweetness.
Ever so new and fresh
As the wind on the garden walls behind,
But who does now care or mind.


Comments about I Listen To Your Thoughts by Peter S. Quinn

  • Silver Star - 3,565 Points Melvina Germain (4/1/2007 10:33:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem to start a Sunday morn with, thankyou so much. The imagry is fabulous, a breath of fresh air.---Melvina--- (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 9, 2011


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