SECRET GARDEN's blog: "poet"

Enamored
By the swell of her
Breast, soft
Upturned, firm.
Blue eyes that
Beckon, embrace.
Down hair traces
Gentle smiles.
Difficulty seeing
The contrast,
Between the visible
Embroideries of heavenly
Bodies, indeed
Beautiful.
And the inner
Embroideries which
They only reflect and
Are infinitely more
Beautiful.
Clairvoyants perceive
"Elementals"
Those sprites that
Tap into the
Positive energies of
Natures Love.
She cries out to me
"I give you a new
Commandment,
Love one another!
As I have loved you, so
You also
Should love one
Another" John
13:33

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Days inception
Coffee
Hot, smooth
French pressed
Breaking sun

Sleep filled eyes
Slight stumble
On deck
Approaching rail

Morning sun
Filtering soft chemise
Each curve
Shadow seen

Bed hair
Tussled
Wantonly, begging
My fingers to touch

Turning
Slight smile
Asking
Where's the coffee?

I fetch
Willingly

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"The Gift


Standing silent
The earliest – 1670
The latest still
Fresh not yet
Disturbed by
The settling of time


Family plots carefully
Tended crowding
The solitary stone
Inscribed – “Unknown”
Circa 1900

Early evening
Land breeze bends
Each grass blade,
Sentinels thousands
Guarding singular
Tombs

Spring blossoms pushing
Through the same
Soil shared by
Louisa M. Shorter
1857-1950,

Rebirth
As tree buds prepare
To explode into
A cacophony
Of colors –
Red, yellow, the
White Dogwood
Soon to bark


A tree stays in
Place, planted
On the occasion
Of her passing
Now her favorite
Companion who
Each spring brings
The gift of renewal

A butterfly alights
On my diet coke, it
Pauses and speaks
Well of hope – life

Spring dances with
Hundred forgotten
Headstones? Not
Really… a Cardinal
Comes to visit and
The brown of winter’s
Remorse gives way
To the enveloping green
Of a new season

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