Night Garden

nightgarden mixed media 12"x36"

In the night garden we will linger.

While we search for the perfect stem -

the one which has the fragrance of wine,

to drink in the evening,

one breath at a time,

one step at a time,

through the wet grass

passing the damp leaves

which stroke our legs.

one word begins - then stops

It tugs at our hearts.

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Sometimes it takes a single piece of work to inspire a change in direction to your work, sometimes a single word.

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Overheard

The wind blew hard against me and
I thought I heard a voice.

It said my name in whispered tones
and that I was their choice.

It took me by surprise that day when no one was around,
to hear with greatest clarity, the earth speak human sound.

I wondered if my ears were playing tricks on me?
Or my sanity or vanity,
Why was I their choice?

It whispered softly ... one more time:
"The children will have a voice"


My Poetry Thursday ... attempt #2