The Man In The Garden Poem by Elaine Sept
The Man In The Garden
I wish I could have been in the Garden,
Where first you groomed those tender rows of rhyme,
When the Sculptor, the Doctor, the Poet,
Planted seeds ripe for the marking of time.
Age of ruin sown just beneath the free surface,
Amid the sunshine, both shadows and light.
The damp cold earth composting troubles rooted,
Whispers of White Ships, Pilgrim Roads and of plight.
Could I but travel in primordial moments,
Marvel in song that lingers still amid those trees,
Ponder breaths of whispered creation,
Lean with the birch against a salty breeze.
This clay, once miry, has now hardened,
Crazing has harshly altered its textured grace,
Yet, each fine vessel is uniquely crafted,
To harbour love within its living vase.
Yesterday may steal some light within us,
But shadowed facades the sun exposes just like scars,
Pooling rain bridging sojourns together…
Love is a surge on our way to the stars.
Yesterday may steal some light within us. Love is a surge on our way to the stars. Very brilliantly penned poem is shared is amazing.10
In the line: To harbour love within its living vase. - the last word vase could easily be substituted with place
Yesterday may steal some light within us, But shadowed facades the sun exposes just like scars, Pooling rain bridging sojourns together… Love is a surge on our way to the stars. I think this is the best stanza of the poem. It ties in all of your other ideas. This is superb craftsman ship G.B. Smith (Bear)
Hey there Elaine I love your poetic heart. You paint pictures with your words G.B. Smith
wow....beautiful what tender ideas and metaphors liked sat... :)
A beautiful poem of fine images.Very delicate too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 8:12:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This easily is the finest, most anticipated poem of the year (to date.) . My deepest respect, for the writer and her esteemed subject pending. My desire is to request to read it out loud, but I dare not tempt fate; content to admire this cause and effect, of two perfect voices blending. Myke
Hello Michael, Thank you for your lovely poem, and for being a grand supporter! You may read all you want, I am pleased that you would want to. I almost needed training wheels for this one... ;)