Treasure Island

Jesus James Llorico


The Garden


'In this garden I take a rest
To ease the sorrow in my chest
For I have seen so many years
Before I felt this flowing tears
The rains won't fall, the clouds are gone
The winds and trees knew it is done
And in this garden where I lie
I let the sky gently pass me by'

Submitted: Saturday, September 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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  • Sj Holland (10/2/2013 12:17:00 PM)

    Sounds so haunting and sad in a way. Sounds like the spirit of someone whose body is lying in a grave, in a cemetery that is garden-like. The spirit is gone, and happy, but can still speak as though in the body. Or it could be someone who is just laying down to rest from life's sorrows, as it says.

    I think the beauty of poetry is to read about the inner feelings and thoughts of the soul, things that humans generally don't talk about. Everyone spews out happiness, joy, excitement, but grief, sorrow, sadness; we hold inside. So whether a reflection of the emotions of the author, or a sympathetic, fictionalized verse, poetry allows us to see into the burdened heart.

    Thanks for reading my poem Black On Black http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-on-black-2/. I do like fragrances to waft through my verse :) (Report) Reply

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