Garden of Dreams

By skinner_jennifer

Wed, 17 Feb 2016
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Understanding how undemanding

rugged roads we traveled in youth,

those bracing winds

carried us down

to the awe-inspiring ocean,

 

 

distant fields where woolly fleeces

would graze on ravaged green;

wave upon wave smashing rocks,

as scanning horizon

we'd cross our lucid dream.

 

But! Now I'm older,

my space and time...a contrasting sublime;

sitting here in my garden of dreams,

filled with petaled

Columbine,

 

Carpet of wild flowers

cascading down,

while roses climb to the sky

to catch those

golden rays up high,

 

In rustling of trees

I hear chanting of birds...

a carousel of sound,

as I close my eyes their call embraces me,

for one brief moment I am free.

 

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by VeraClark on

Some transporting imagery, Jenny, fresh and a sense of the wild.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I enjoyed the contrast between the feeling of wild country and coast rambling, and the pleasure at hand to embrace in a garden. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thanks for reading Vera, I'm glad you got the sense of wildness.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

I'm so glad you understood what I was trying to convey in this poem, sometimes just being around nature is a truely wonderful experience and I can always imagine being by the sea in my mind.

Many thanks for reading and appreciate the comment.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hello there, Jenny...a beautiful poem for a beautiful day...at least it has been here.  

This afternoon as I walked up the hill in my garden and  I was joined by a crowd of of very noisy cockerels that live next door.  I think they were having a cock-a-doodle-doo contest as to which of them could  crow the loudest.  They made me smile...

as did your poem.  You painted a lovely picture with your words...no need for that more than adept paintbrush and easel of yours on this occasionsmiley

Have a peaceful evening, Jenny.

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Tina,

you put a smile on my face telling about those cockerels. smiley I bet you had a pleasant walk even with the cock-a-doodle-doo.

Glad you enjoyed my poem and appreciate the comment.

Many thanks.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Jenny

You paint a very vivid picture of both your childhood, and your current state. I like your choice of words.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jean,

you got what I was trying to convey in this poem perfectly and I'm so happy you liked my choice of words.

Thank you for letting me know your thoughts.

Jenny. smiley