Kong Yin

The Gardener - Poem by Kong Yin

Watering flowers in my yard
one, two, three,
with care I attend each.

A shadow falls upon plantain;
my heart shakes like petals.
As I knew you would,
you have returned.

Holding my breath in the dusk
for the longest time,
facing the half-watered plantain,
my back towards you,
I could not turn around.

Your gentle breath
like the fragrance of blossoms
warms my back.
In the shadows of the flowers,
I had been weeping in your absence.

Yet when inches apart,
I faced away,
entrenched in solitude.
I heard a gentle whisper
from my tender yellow plantains:
“We recognize this shadow,
but do we still know this person? ”

Topic(s) of this poem: gardening

Comments about The Gardener by Kong Yin

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (12/7/2015 12:40:00 PM)

    Watering flowers in yard is very nice habit. Wonderful imagery you have drawn in this interesting poem...10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 7, 2015

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