Description: This is for anyone who has ever visited an old friend in a graveyard--in particular someone who has been gone a very long time yet is remembered in a personal way---perhaps a grandmother?---
The Garden -------------------------------------------
The flowers grew
Thickest there,
Where she was buried,
And a pale gray stone
Marks it,
The name worn by many frosts
And years,
Beyond what I recall
I loved her most of all,
In her garden...
hey, wow, nice, urs also seem like an extended peotry. I especially like the lines "Beyond what I recall I loved her most of all, In her garden..."Keep up the good work.
A very good write. I take it her garden was her pride and joy. This was her request that if anything happen to her, bury her there and plant flowers all around her. Here is where you visit her as her flowers are still blooming.
I honestly think that this was a good write. Even though this is realitively short the way that you worded it was simply outstanding. This poem make me think of a lot of tragedies that have happened in my life. In this time and place people seem to show no compassion for those people who have lost someone that they hold dearest to their heart.
I really like this. It is beautiful in it's simplicity and particularly evocative. Well done. The idea of the pale grey stone which marks where one is laid to rest is sad, yet strangely peaceful. Perhaps a reminder of the sweet absolution that awaits us all.
Wow. Very universal. Something most of us can relate to.It reminds me of my grandmother and the tulips she had planted perfectly in a straight and narrow row. Thank you.
Submission Name: The Garden
