Sameen
This has a real arc. The garden as a metaphor for the mind is familiar, but you handle it with enough energy and variation that it doesn't feel tired. The shift from wild growth to the looming winter is well timed, and the turn at the end, where the speaker's head is a poorly garden shed growing poison ivy, lands with honest weight. The rhyme scheme sometimes pushes the lines into a singsong rhythm that softens the darker material. The final stanza is the strongest because it breaks free of that a little. Still, the movement from hope to dread is convincing.
2026-08-25

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2026-08-10

shells
Lovely to “see you” again and an eloquent, interesting piece. My favourite stanza has to be growth, it feels optimistic and made me smile.
2026-08-05

jim
So very happy to read your words again. You've been missed.
2026-08-05

Griffonner
I like the flow of this and the metered rhymes, plus its complexity. The 'vines' stanza was outstanding for me. Great job. Blessings, Allen
2026-08-05

Jamsbo Rockda
Interesting contrast between growth and death.
2026-08-05