This is my garden,
My enigma,
surrounded by withering roses.
Every thorn a waiting stigma which destines future choices.
With every season my heart will harden, so I seek eternal spring.
So much death sees this garden.
What hardships will winter bring?
On I wonder, as angels trumpet announces doom.
Sighing at the withering I ponder,
yet marvel at every bloom.
In and out I cross its gates
with my metaphoric petals.
Throwing myself at season’s fate
through a world of flowerless metal.
Yusef
Copyright ©2004
Well, thats the first of several more to come. Hope you guys enjoy it and get its deeper meaning(s).
Its about life and the choices, cycles, and experiences that shape it.
....goes well beyond M. Stewart's blush home collection (gone stipped) and HGTV. lol
I always appreciate something that seems like one thing on the surface, until you start to understand the inner workings of what it really all means ;)
I really enjoyed this piece. You better keep writing ma nigga....sharing is caring....hehe.
The meter was good and the message sincere.
"On I wonder, as angels trumpet announces doom."....That was great.
angels trumpet is actually a narcotic flower, but there is also a play on words (book of rev: the Bible)...anyway. thx