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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 8:05 am
I've been reading too much Emily Dickinson.....
Ah well. Enjoy.
Garden
I tended to my garden well And it bloomed at my call There were roses in the summertime; The trees bore fruit in fall.
I fled my garden late one night Without a backward glance; I ran from it and all my ghosts Thinking ne’er to see them again.
When I returned one summertime Knowing it would be dead Mourning that I had killed it all My heart filling with dread,
To my surprise it had grown wild; Roses spilled over the roof I truly could not help but smile At what my garden had come to.
All the years of care and order Had produced trim plants and trees But when they could grow without my rules… They did not die, but flourished free.
How can I teach my heart to love?
How can I teach my heart to love? I thought that once, I could But then it shattered in spite of me And left me broken, to brood.
How can I start to love again? My broken heart refused; This time I know I won’t be hurt This time I know the rules.
But then despite my stern control It leapt and loved again. We don’t control our hearts, you know; All we can do is listen.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 6:39 pm
Neither of them suck but they do show that you have alot on your mind right now. I really liked the first one it sounds alot like change, and new beginnings. Very pretty.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 8:27 pm
I thouroughly enjoyed both of them. LOVE the first.
The only citicism I have is the last line of the last poem. It just doesn't seem to fit.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 2:19 pm
G: Thanks biggrin
Waffs: <333333 But yes, you are right. I hate that line too. BUt meh...I don't change poetry.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 5:06 pm
They don't suck. You're just rather self-depreciative. xp
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 8:12 am
That's what everyone says :/ I'm just honest with myself.
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