Terence George Craddock Gardens Poems

my grandmother had massive flower gardens
with masses of flowers creating an earthly paradise
she was always giving away bucket fulls of flowers
she gifted infused paradise freely into so many lives
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lost in a garden big enough to hide baited sorrow
lost in a garden caught in season winter tomorrow
caught in a garden solitary trapped in feelings melancholy
paradise perfect tempered with a moment of plucked folly
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moonlight velvet night
conspire like matchmakers
mixing potent flower scents
on vagrant night breezes
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cosmos flowers planted in full sun in mind gardens
hues loved pink red yellow orange white contrasts
full sun blazing dawn till dust wilt not wither petals
days without a drink disturbs not delicate appearance
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