Without a Gardener (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)

Reviewed on July 3, 2011

A garden must be tended with care
if not it will soon become bare
the dire neglect continues to show
so my tears must cease to flow

This is the light of romantic wisdom. God Bless You Queen.

Reviewed by Kay P Devenish

Reviewed on June 9, 2011

Dear Eileen
once again you have written a touching and true poem...this one tugged my heartstrings.
Big hugs
from
your aussie fan and pal always
Kay

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on June 9, 2011

Eileen, you tended the garden of love with poetry. "In dappled sunlights loving kiss, I hold the hope of your promise, but in the lonely silent night, I cannot conjure up your sight". How tender, how caring and deeply emotional. You tend the garden of love with the heart. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on May 31, 2011

Eileen, superbly written. Especially that 4th stanza.
I'd love to be able to rhyme like you. -gene.

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on May 29, 2011

Tears are the dew from which new roses grow. Sad and longing but with a hopeful end note of moving on with life. This is lovely, Eileen. Have a wonderful holiday.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on May 28, 2011

Always a joy to read/review you, Eileen; well done yet again!

(((HUGS))), much love, and continued prayers~

As always, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on May 28, 2011

Beautiful poetry that speaks of gardens of the heart and well as verdant and fecund vineyards of the soul. Such truisms in nature and the metaphor is exquisite, Eileen. One of your very best as this reads to perfection. xx

Reviewed by Phillip William Allen

Reviewed on May 28, 2011

As always you give one lots to think about. TY for sharing.

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on May 27, 2011

Eileen,
This is a wise and sensitive poem. Enjoyed:)
Sheila

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on May 27, 2011

Beautifully done.

Reviewed by Andy Turner

Reviewed on May 26, 2011

Well, maybe bare in the potting shed! And just see what comes up and grows.
Mellors x

Reviewed by Chessly Nesci

Reviewed on May 26, 2011

Eileen, I can feel the yearning in your poem! It is very difficult when the one you love isn't around....If love is meant to be it will be no matter how much time has passed. Wishing you love, and peace always! Chessly

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen

Reviewed on May 26, 2011

Well said, Eileen!
Blessings,
Carolyn

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on May 25, 2011

There is a tearful thought here, but on the lighter side� And untended garden becomes bare. Whereas a tended garden becomes covered. In my convoluted mind, a bare garden is much more attractive than a covered one. What's wrong with me?

Ron

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on May 25, 2011

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder"
But too long, and the mind may wander
it yearns to have the loving touch,
that let's it know it's loved and such

How so very true for most living beings, Sis, and oddly enough the topic of my post today, too - Lonely Little Girl

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on May 25, 2011

BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on May 24, 2011

Emotion delivered with real meaning,
this is fine feeling and fine writing, Eileen.

John

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on May 24, 2011

you personalize a universal theme quite eloquently ... excellent poem, Eileen ...

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on May 24, 2011

Oh my I love this sweet lady.......great writing indeed...stay safe and well..Hugss,much love too you

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on May 24, 2011

Love this one!
I have always been amazed that some people think of absence as making a heart grow fonder. I think communication equals growth and silence and absence, not so much.
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by TONY NERONE

Reviewed on May 24, 2011

A great sense of accomplishment one gets for planting the seeds.
GOD BLESS YOU
Tony

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on May 24, 2011

If grass did not grow naturally in my yard, I would kill it as I have but a black thumb when it comes to gardening...;-) Jerseeeeeeeeey

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on May 24, 2011

Mixed emotions in this one chum demonstrating different dimensions ... lastingness, resolve, sorrow, a thing remaining unreciprocated - very touching flow. Love and blessings ... richard

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on May 24, 2011

If you ever come back,
There's the rake, there's the hoe,
Take it all and just go.
It's too late, don't you see,
To me you're the dead sea.
My garden's newly plowed,
Take a hike, so long, ciao.

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on May 24, 2011

Sounds like it's time to do a little weeding;-) Patrick

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on May 24, 2011

Rhymed to perfection with a truism that is never lost to lonesome lovers.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on May 24, 2011

A garden must be tended with care
if not it will soon become bare
the dire neglect continues to show
so my tears must cease to flow

So very true, Eileen. I have often written about this theme and I can relate. Thank you for sharing. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis