That Garden I Dream About Poem by Viola Grey
That Garden I Dream About
Sweet scent
of rotten leaves
which linger, lonely,
upon dark paths.
Captured by moonlight
blackened roses
tempt the night
with their clotted perfume.
Grass glows emerald
in the face of the moon,
dew like onyx
rests upon blades
tempting insects
to drown in their droplets.
Withered daisies
beg for sunlight
but their golden cries
echo back into gloom
of a darkened garden
through which
I wander
wondering when
I'll be with you.
15/6/08
You've such an original and wonderful way about you - this poem is no exception.
A beautiful poem with beautiful metaphors. As if it were my dream.10 for it.
Creative concept. I've never read a dark poem about a garden before, but I like it and the originality of it. Well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 4:58:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very nice poem. Thanks for sharing.