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[bikerbrom]

Studded green
raindrop rainbow meadow weed
red yellow blue white pink
firework scene,

Every season brings
forth the same
explosions from the green,

I can touch
the velvet leaves,
drink the fragrance
where you've been,

And the fragile
pretty paper petals,
soft sun-warmed leaves,

Where your fingers lingered
like a child forever,
once years ago,
-any time I like-

Petal-stars shine to
hail spring's seeds
for fragile eyes' eternity,

But there are no flowers
no beauty and
no wild garden
without us-

You picked the stems
compelled by child's desire;
can't remember what yours were,

But there's a colour smudge
within my mind,
shining prism cages
through the empty ages.

[Next Little Girl]

Another!


This is both luminous and fading, as you draw away from the scene to the man in whose memory the garden remains. There's such longing in each line, as all the senses become involved to create your garden of words, to culminate in the lines:


But there are no flowers
no beauty and
no wild garden
without us-



Geez.. I've got to step up. Your work has become.. well.. "must publish" bike. Wow.


~Sheri

[bikerbrom]

Granger, on 24 May 2012 - 03:59 AM, said:

Been reading back....
Really dug this.
Brought Spring's images to mind.

Thanks, that's part of it, the other is remembering friends who love living spring.