Jessie's Garden

Hello Tina,

Firstly I love the Title of this poem.

Secondly I love the closeness of two people, who
to me sound like they are soul mates. and I love
those lines:-

The wind half-heartedly,
wafts the stars around,
as the sky floats in streams
of gentian-blue; a sadness
in its sighs...

It sounds like the end of a very perfect day.

Jenny.

Thanks, Jenny. Really pleased you liked this one;-)

Tina

This is so beautiful Tina- I am lost for words
am going to google that flower
;)Pia
PS I could recognise it straight away- we call it Lionspaw
it is also called Lady's Mantle- did you know that?

Hi there, Pia. So pleased you enjoyed.

I didn't know it was also called 'Lady's Mantle' or 'Lionspaw' which is my favourite;-)

My daughter planted some in my garden as cuttings from her own, and as you can imagine, they are very special;-)

Tina;-)

new Oh! what a poet magnificent,
and the memories in it, I feel.
Names of the beautiful flowers some
I know some some I don't.Yes, have
heard of 'Lady's Mantle'.
4th stanza;
It's breath, so soft and low,
as it tells of much travelling
and can scarcely stir the trees-
streaks of mare's tails
shredded by the moon.
Have you seen 'Love Lies Bleeding'
Hangs down like red catkins. Mum had a few
in little garden.
Did you play piano, and dance for barbecue.
Watched BGT.
julie xx

Julie - so pleased you enjoyed. 'Love Lies Bleeding' is a beautiful flower, but I don't have that in my garden, unfortunately;-)

Have a nice evening.

Tina xx

this is lovely Tina - I really enjoyed it

Such a mellow poem. Just a perfect read for some late evening relaxation.

Love the ending.

Well done.

Nathan x

So pleased you thought so, insert...and many
thanks;-)

Tina

Hi there, Nathan.

Much appreciate you reading and taking the time and trouble to let me know you enjoyed;-)

Hope you have an equally 'mellow' week.

Tina xx

I love the way this poem tells a complete story in verse. It possesses an 'old world' quality - sort of reminds me of something Turgenev might have written (i.e. he was a stickler for details when it came to nature). Turgenev, since we're on the subject, tended to glorify mundane, earthy instincts, the sign of a mature temperament.

Each verse adds another layer, like a tone poem leading to the "crumpled note...a poet’s long-pocketed dreams". I am consistently amazed at the high caliber of your writing as is everyone else here judging by the feedback.

Again, thank you, barry;-)

What I love about your comments is that I learn something almost every time. I had just about heard of Turgenev, and that's all, so I shall delve further into his territory...when I have finished this horrible housework I am up to my eyes in right now;-)

Have a good week.

Tina

There is a short story by Turgenev where he describes a hunter walking through the forest very early in the morning before the sun has risen. The author describes all the birds waking. He tells you what sounds they make, how they behave and misbehave. By the time the narrator gets where he's going, you, the reader, are intimately familiar with every single bird in the Russian countryside and he hasn't even gotten around to telling you his story which is the best part of all.

If you read Turgenev, look for the story about the doctor and the young girl dying of fever. It's probably his greatest story and a consumate masterpiece. I beleive the story is titled District Doctor and can probably be dounloaded right off of the internet.

You're a star, barry. Thanks so much...and now, back to the vacuum cleaning, for now at least;-)

Tina

What a wonderful poem this. You never cease to amaze me, Tina. I enjoyed this immensely.

Mark, thanks, so very much;-)

Tina

sorry for coming late to this one.. i really don't know how you do it. so consistent and flawless/ and seemingly effortless... you must even dream poems at night, i'm sure..

Thanks, so very much, Jose. Always better late than never, don't they say? And as for dreaming poems, actually, quite often I do;-)

Tina