Thursday, September 27, 2007
To The Gardener
Gently now,
Or I shall curl inward
To wither against
Your touch. But if
You must; till the soil
Around me with
A loving spade;
And when you prune
My branches, do it
With such weeping
That I will forget my pain.
For I have grown frail
From all the seasons
In the past. And if
Then you require
That I bloom bravely
With your caress;
Let the water flow
Softly into my roots
And capture the meekest
Sun upon my petals
To rest.
april 2
© 2007 mei-xiu
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2 comments:
Mei, this is such beautiful, passionate poem. I did not know that you had blogspot blog. I guess you made home here first and moved away? :)
Sue, I just started this because I was sort of sick and tired of 360 and I thought I would just publish all my poems here without other stuff. Just poetry. :)
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