Constant Gardener
Turning pages
Flicking postcards
Dreaming moments that I find
Feeling feelings
Seeing moments
Of the times now left behind
Doubting reason
Trusting fancy
And the pact when they're combined
Where the only things that touch me now
Are the things caused to remind
This opaque world they're confined
As I sit back and unwind
The random garden of my mind.
Flicking postcards
Dreaming moments that I find
Feeling feelings
Seeing moments
Of the times now left behind
Doubting reason
Trusting fancy
And the pact when they're combined
Where the only things that touch me now
Are the things caused to remind
This opaque world they're confined
As I sit back and unwind
The random garden of my mind.
<Deleted User> (5646)
Thu 19th Feb 2009 10:52
Oh, this is so full of reminiscences and imaginings, so gently written and yet creates an image of the vast empty space we live in yet to be revealed.
We plough the fields and scatter the good seed on the land came to mind while reading this and seeing the picture you included.
Very nice poem in my humble opinion.
Janet.x