Poetry From The Side

A poem from 1998. It’s still in its raw form because I resisted the urge to try to make it better. I hope you enjoy it.

The Garden’s Light

June 1, 1998

The garden’s light

burns in me

still.

For all their swords

and their wars,

that love in me

they could not kill.

For it is

the night that

they now fear.

Never listening

to the mountains

speak,

they still refuse

their heart

to hear.

Clinging now

to their own

steel blades.

Never to walk

to the river,

never in the

water to wade.

The garden=s light

still speaks

to me.

Tho= the wisdom

seems lost

and the keys are

gone,

I can still look

and I can still see.

They still fight

and they still

sleep.

The books are

hidden and locked

are the doors,

yet here I am

inside this

keep.

Despite the wars

above the swords

and blood.

I stand still

I can still hear

the calling

of the garden

in the wood.

(C) 1998 by Joelle M. Wilson

 

August Garden

Rewrites are coming along, I guess this whole schedule thing is working for me after all. Today I took a break from the notes, markers, pens, sticky notes, and printed pages to go out on the balcony and enjoy the not stifling summer weather. I took advantage of the cooler temps today and snapped a few photos of my garden.

It’s doing surprisingly well despite the extreme heat that had descended on this area in the past month. The trees that planted themselves in the containers are growing taller than I thought they would grow. And there is grapevine growing in a container as well as other wild things. Love it when I’m surprised by what nature plants.

Containers of Green

Corner Garden

Marigolds

Pansy Amid the Wild

Part of the Forest

Zinnias in the bowl

Tree and Coleus

Zinnia that reached out from the bowl

8 year old Tree

August