A Different Garden Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

A Different Garden



I do not have a garden
a hedge as fence or wall
no well trod path to travel
no swing from branches swaying
of roses none at all

There was a time now faded
when I would barefoot sway
enveloped in green glory
of trees and shrubs of summer
all that has gone away

There came a time when roses
turned to a cursed stem
forever branded scarring
from thorns of love abandoned
a cutting diadem

Yet in my darkened chamber
those summer meadows gleam
as dingy shadowed windows
transform to vines of cedars
to crawl on ceiling beams

No earthly grove or garden
rapt loves of days long past
can rival my fair visions
of fantasies now welling
in dreams old age amassed

I do not have a garden
a hedge or fence or wall
no well worn path to travel
no swing from branches swaying
of roses none at all.

Friday, November 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: garden
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrot it
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Margaret O Driscoll 18 January 2016

A garden in your mind's eye, beautiful memory!

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