Marigold

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Like a pocket full of marigolds with golden hues and sun burst fronds. Like a rainbow, colliding with the mid-day sky, brushing it with strokes of reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues and violets. This is how I saw your heart and soul.

MARIGOLD

By Al Garcia

Like a pocket full of marigolds with golden hues and sun burst fronds.  Like a rainbow, colliding with the mid-day sky, brushing it with strokes of reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues and violets.  This is how I saw your heart and soul.

I saw your passion and vitality, your creativity and playfulness.  I sensed your clarity and your wisdom, but most of all your energy.  I felt your devotion and your reverence.  And you ignited my imagination, while being my inspiration.  You were like a marigold in bloom, for all the time I loved you.

You were my melody in all my dreams, and the chorus of all my daydreams.  And while I walked and talked, and went about my daily tasks, you were my unfinished symphony.  You were always on my mind, always in my heart, like a blooming marigold in the golden sun.

The evening moon or morning sun, could not compare to the way your brilliant light lit up my life.  Your warmth and love, always sheltering me from the rains and storms that crossed my life.  It was as if it was always meant to be.  And it reminded me of the marigold, so beautiful and resilient, as if it would last forever.

And then, I saw the marigold begin to fade, and wane, and finally fall.  The magic of its brilliance gone.  So brief the span of its magnificence, but so poignant and potent the residue of its existence.

Now, I have to let you go as well.  How can I not think of you each time I see a marigold?  How can I forget the brilliance or significance of your brief time with me?  Like the rainbow after a morning rain, or the passing of a falling star across the sky, for each miracle that I see I will always think of you.

You were a marigold in my garden.  You were the color, the texture, the substance, of all that I was and am.  Marigold.  Blossoming, flourishing, always in my heart.


Submitted: June 22, 2021

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MARIA OCHA

why do you write your poems like this? they look really good and different from others. i have been reading your poems for a while and i really like them. although they are kinda hard to rhythm but they feel really good when you read them.

Wed, June 23rd, 2021 11:20am

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Thank you. Appreciate it, especially coming from another writer.

Wed, June 23rd, 2021 4:25am

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