The Patient Gardener Poem by Argentine Tango

The Patient Gardener

I stand in a garden of pretty things, all of which have bloomed
Though I wish to hear the sounds of Spring, I fear I’m out of tune
I fold in on myself one layer after another and then
Develop some thorns just in case one day I should need them

I know my defenses aren't warranted; every effort is simply a waste
Stubborn I am, but in my gardener’s hands and heart I have been placed
He does not deserve the trouble I cause, for he’s always been open with me
But daily my petals are coaxed to relax by his touch and I can breathe

I don’t know what I've done to deserve this precious place in his garden
But season after season he still picks me and my love’s in full bloom regardless

Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
Sarojkanta Dash 22 June 2014

building up a defense and yet realizing the inadequacy of it- brilliant!

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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 20 June 2014

Wow superb how u draw the analogy btw a garden and love. An engaging poem. So nice to read u again.

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Hannah Kelly 05 May 2014

This is a gorgeous poem - I love the imagery, and the relationship with the gardener.

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