walt martin

Sonnet Xx: Garden Of The Heart

Splendid verdant form awakes at dawn of day
with crowning gift offered gracefully on high,
to touch the promise of cresting suns ray...
A floral offering to fathomless sky.

In fervent, mystic, granted wish
time ephemeral does grant to cease
as rapture swirls bejeweled to kiss,
the gladdened neck of impassioned peace.

Arms entwine, refreshed anew.
Vibrant beauty aglow in youthful blush!
A sharing in union of morning dew -
Oh gardens bliss in full crimson flush!

Dear grandest blossom, bursting heart divine,
shall forever cherished be, within this garden mine.

Poem Submitted: Friday, June 15, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, March 12, 2011

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Comments about Sonnet Xx: Garden Of The Heart by walt martin

  • Fizah Jasni (8/19/2007 11:57:00 AM)

    wow...I'm glad I came across this poem. It's really nice....

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  • Sandra Fowler (7/28/2007 4:59:00 PM)

    This sonnet has a certain time out of mind quality. you write with an eloquent pen.

    Warm regards,

    Sandra

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  • Not a member No 4 (7/8/2007 10:27:00 AM)

    And the blossoms of this poem reflect that of the garden they depict. A poemscape of great beauty and quality throughout. If your gardening is on a par with your writing then it will be a sight to behold!

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  • Bell Song (6/26/2007 3:43:00 PM)

    Very sensuous use of language Walt, your poem has a jewel like beauty.

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  • Lillian J. (6/15/2007 10:26:00 PM)

    Grand work sparklingly alive with imagery!


    Lilly :)

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