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Click hereA View of the Garden
from the Prison Exercise Yard
In this concrete garden
of stone and iron rod,
life clings like passion’s
nectar, one desperate
petal to another.
Like forgotten lovers,
entwined and unseen,
the stronger rose gives
seed to the budding young,
letting him strain and burst
in soft, pulsing rhythms.
Here, life is drawn within
by suckling the dew,
flicking moisture
from the thorned stem
as this parched garden
thirsts for rain.
desperation in a confined space - A man who claims to be a "wannabe" poet
Fuck the "wannabe" brother, I do not think anyone else could do this.
but this one is not as bursting as most JD4G's offerings, its more subdued, it is a good poem though, it just seems "different"
the language is beautifully handled / for the life of me, i can't figure out why this isn't drawing attention today / i think it's fine and pure writing /
and it's very tight and has lots of depth. good use of metaphor as well. i'm very moved by it. nice write.