- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Christina's Garden
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worn steel spade
clank-dragging down dirt road
pause
deep breath
sweat wiped from smooth brow
amber locks brushed aside
barren plot
gritty chuff, spade into soil
each foot's push
one more step toward the vision
behind her skyblue eyes
dry wind swirls dust
sticking to moist bare arms
lightly brushing angel's face
determination's little muddy trails
kneeling to gentler work
into the loamy dank softness
blooms of her cultivation
planted with care and purpose
dig a while
turn and plant a while
never rest a while
hours in the heat
days
years
weariness of hands and heart
sustained only by imagined grandeur
encouraged by calls from crows overhead
upon reaching stone wall
silently surveying completion
vibrant colors gently waving
realization of her vision
searching dryness in her eyes
blurred by tears
crow calls fade
footprints in fresh earth
young fronds broken
dreams crushed before bloom
fading sound of a dragging spade
bless you, fair wanderer
may these blooms flourish
may your next garden find your favor
- COMMENTS
LeBrozabout 17 years agoBeen there, done that; the gardening, that is. Much rather read about someone else doing that gritty work.
LeBrozabout 17 years agoBeen there, done that; the gardening, that is. Much rather read about someone else doing that gritty work.
Anonymousover 20 years agoThis poem brought summer into my electrically heated room as I read it over and over. A love poem on several levels. I'm starting to look forward to this poet's work.
WickedEveover 20 years agoI'm usually timid about trying out poems by "new" poets. Many leave much to be desired but this was such a nice surprise. I enjoyed it. :)
