Her fingers long and slender
As to the rest of her
Wonder how such frailty could, labor
Seen with dirt under nails
Her drive is a better world
She has gone further
Than just a frail young woman
Her fingers long and slender
With the smell of future flowers
Soon will give you much to see
Exceeding your garden needs
The plants she sows
They are hardy
They will grow
Through heat
Through neglect
She will give you what you expect
And tell you not to neglect
Keeping them alive is nothing new
Seedlings comming through
In a secret garden
Away from the cruel....
She holds a thornless rose
Timeless and fragile
Pretty and pink
With other pastel inks
The blossoming is forever
In her heart
A model for all to know
For no other could grow
Another season begins
Life lush and green
That is her nature
Fingers long and slender
Thanx for inviting to read your masterpiece, I am obliged. The poem is simply great, I cannot dare to comment but still I’ ll try, I found it sensuous like the romantics Shelley, Keats, Byron, evoking the senses with simple and picturesque language. Great work.
wow. i like this. when i started reading it i was lost but while i continued i just couldn't hlp but smile. thanks for writing it and giving me the chance to read it. it's wondeful dude
Another good one. i like this one too. thanks for letting me read it! i will read more of yours.... :)
Thnx for inviting me to read your poems: -) . Deep poem, descriptive, i like the imagery.
So much food for thought here as I see a very spiritual Blessing here. An invisible gardener seen in the eyes of someone who sees beyond while tending her garden and gathering wisdom from the beauty she sees around her. Her arousing curiosity and thirst for knowledge to be a better and better gardener in many ways through life.....Thank you Howard for pulling me in, I love that.....
Nature's gardener or a lady of depth.Beautiful personification.Wonderful poem.
I can't help but think that this is 'Mother Nature' that you've described so eloquently! Great write Howard! Hugs, Dee
Hi Howard, I am sorry for such a late reply. I am not sure why you chose me to read your poems but I am very pleased you did. I feel there are many differnt ways people can read a poem and like many others I feel there is a lot of different meanings in your poetry, it actually brings a lot to mind for me. I like it a lot, thanks for asking me to read it. Kind regards, Alyse
It's a beautyfull poem keep doing your job I love it. It have a meaning that every lady/or woman has her own gardens
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You've twisted my eyes into the story through your wonderful choice of words. I can see this woman. Is she mother nature?