Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Old Garden Wall






the old garden wall
you built next to the quince tree
still stands strong and tall

each brick speaks your name
each rock so carefully placed
brick and tree now one

whenever I feel
that my heart might break in half
your wall calls my name
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5 comments:

  1. AnonymousAugust 20, 2014 at 3:20 PM

    A labor of love :)
    Beautiful

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  2. Magical Mystical TeacherAugust 20, 2014 at 3:41 PM

    To hear one's name, even in grief or distress, is a lovely thing indeed.

    On a Crumbling Wall

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  3. ChèvrefeuilleAugust 22, 2014 at 12:35 PM

    Awesome response on Walls ... what a wonderful photo ...

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  4. brudbergAugust 22, 2014 at 1:54 PM

    Your haiku reminds me of the book "the secret garden".. and just maybe if someone finds the key... one would see the garden and not the wall.

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  5. UnknownAugust 25, 2014 at 10:24 AM

    Thank you all for reading my poem. My sorrow is still so fresh. I wonder if I will ever recover.

    Melanie
    bd

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