The Garden - Memories

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The poem goes a little deeper than a journey through a garden. The woman in the piece is actually tripping through her mind. The flowers in the poem are her good memories.
She is unhappy with her husband, boyfriend, significant other and is thinking of leaving him.

Submitted: September 19, 2009

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She walks the garden in her mind,
and though she seeks she cannot find,
that one true love she left behind.
and she cries let the garden grow.
She smells the roses as she goes,
toward the jasmine where it grows,
and her heart breaks though it never shows.
She wants to stay but her heart says go.
There among her favorite flowers,
she wiles away the lonely hours,
held spell cast by unseen powers,
she loves him more than he can know.
Her heart breaks a little more as she cries,
and her soul crumbles more with his lies,
and she swears sometimes love dies.
So why does she still love him so?
She tells me this I do not know.
She walks the garden in her mind,
there among foxglove and dandelion.
She chides herself for being so blind,
and she cries let the garden grow.
A moment spent in meditation,
a sense of misplaced adoration.
Perhaps it started as infatuation,
Now she feels the need to go.
There among the garden fair,
she wonders why he doesn't care,
as she places the rose into her hair.
Some things she'll never know.
Her heart breaks a little more as she cries,
and her soul crumbles more with his lies,
and she swears sometimes love dies.
So why does she still love him so?
She tells me this I do not know.
She walks the garden in her mind,
sees the morning glory as it does climb.
Here among peace and beauty sublime,
she watches her garden grow.
Past hyacinths and maiden hair ferns,
down the path with its endless turns,
she feels love's pain as it burns,
and her mind cries, "You should go."
Down the path she quietly walks,
past gardenias and the summer stocks.
She smells the purple hardy phlox,
and she says, "I love him so."


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