within his garden
the many malformed flowers
so interesting
Tag: garden
Fairy Garden
A fluttering of wings,
they dance in the air
to a song only they sing.
Spring blossoms in full bloom
flowers scent the way
sweet nectar of love flows.
A fairy does a dance
with a bird or two
as spiders spin webs.
Something sweet does come
on the afternoon breeze
as the garden comes alive.
Turkish Delight
A perfumed breeze from the rose garden
brings joy to the nose and happiness to her heart.
A decadence so sensually sweet
to tempt her to taste Turkish Delight.
Her Garden
Plush flowers of her bloom in her garden
Purple and indigo shades move in the air
Birds chirp and talk of Amore and kisses
Bees buzz and race to find the best buds
Swiftly dancing to a tune of uplifting sorrows
Sweetly moving in time to the sway of flowers
A Garden Decision
Silenced in the garden from all the
things they could have said yet didn’t.
A reluctance to accept his proposal left
everyone in the sunshine except for her –
she felt the jitters of no love
and
the pain of forced marriage.
Far off, where the land meets the sky, the colours
of what is correct will be waiting.
They cannot be seen by her eyes, for her vision is
clouded by the swirling feelings.
Perceptions of what is real and what is fake
flash fast before or behind her soft eyes.
A call from him jolts her into the present,
as a decision must be made or never
spoken of in hushed or screamed tones.
Looking at the place where the sky meets land,
she sees the colours that matter to her the most;
The colours of something completely different.
So she walks in the opposite direction from
the garden in haste without speaking a word.
To run is the coward’s way,
yet to fight for love requires a clean break
from this garden she loved so much as a child;
she must run so fast,
as the wind moves her onward to disappear.
Very Short Story: The Fog
Wet feet lightly tiptoe through the chilly grass.
There’s a dreamlike quality to this night as the fog sets into the moonlit garden.
Nadia pauses at a rose. One of those gut feelings tells her to run, but she’s frozen solid as fear grips her tightly.
Moving, she screams as her beloved kitty pops out of the tree and becomes entangled in her nightie.
Haiku: To the Garden
A tidy window
Surrounded by ivy green
Looking to outside
C & K 