On the day she held hands With her man of love And became his wifey boo Incredibly beautiful Was her heart
Like a flowery garden Teeming with peachy pink daffodils From the Isles of Scilly
After years of many Into her marriage Her heart of beauty Began to change When her husband For unvoiced reasons Stop watering it with his love
Barren and void of beauty Like a desert her heart became So dry with loneliness it was That it teetered on the edge Of not being able to sustain life
Only through a daily watering With her tears of sadness Was her heart able to avoid Becoming a desert of death
Fearful her eyes Would run out of tears Daily she prayed, 1,440 times Once per minute That her husband would return To watering her heart With his love And that it would bloom Once more with beauty And be gently blown By the winds of romance
Like a boldly big Cloudy-white petal On a peachy pink daffodil Being wooed by a zephyr
I like that you swam inside the tears of a woman to know her sorrow. You have wonderful empathizing skills, Handsum, that and creative poetic vision make for memorable writing.
when a man stops watering his garden of love is it because he's looking for a different arrangement of flowers? ... or because his romantic heart is all dried up? either way, it's sad ...
good insight and imagery ...
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on April 4, 2005
I would like one like this in my garden because I love Daffodils.
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good insight and imagery ...
is like that sometimes, isn't it;-)Finely written!
Love,
Eileen
Thanks for sharing....I ain't no Peachy Pink Daffodil anymore but prickly-pear in bloom (cactus)!
Bittersweet poem Handsum!!
Love Tinka