Lilacs

 

 

The picket fence emerges from a lush lilac tree

Both In need of care as they are of an age

That has seen too much of seasons to be

Caring of this specific summer

 

Roses cling to portions of the grey white rails

But they are young things less than four decades

Since meticulously planted by the newlyweds 

Lovers who tended the garden so fastidiously 

 

Now she has arrived to much clamour of things

Cutters spades and doeskin gloves white muslin 

And bandana to redefine these wild and winsome 

Flora to meet her sharper crisper ordered vision 

 

She will have her way but as before she will pass

And they will once more become unconstrained

As their progenitors were free of artificiality 

For time is theirs their roots deep their lives long





Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-05-25 at 19:12

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A vivid, well-wrought lyric poem, making what the poet sees live in the mind of the reader. Many thanks!
2021-05-26


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
You succeeded in reminding me, eloquently but surely, how fleeting our lives are.

Fortunately, there are roses and lilacs and white picket fences and lovers to enjoy along the way.

This is a wonderful poem, as always.
2021-05-26


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a cleverly written piece. It gives me an eery sense of loss in this garden, and also of the repetitive nature on Man's futile attempts to control and bend Nature.

I especially like:

'Now she has arrived to much clamour of things
Cutters spades and doeskin gloves white muslin'

because it reminds me of someone dear, who would have bustled in this way.
2021-05-25