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The man who chose The garden over the firmaments

(A poem for Shirley Harrison)

Seeing a blossom on a tree
Through the rail of the man's fence

He imagined what he saw was a

Woman in a dress.

 

This he decided was The garden.

A young man who thought 

His words weren't meant for lying.

He wrote this down,

 

For the man's mind had found that

Even though from the firmaments he came

This place he'd call home.

Even Death became a friend.

 

You'll understand.

And the feeling got the better of him.

Even love was The apple

His heart would be buried in the ground for.

 

Even love was a sin.

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Shirley Harrison

Wow what a wonderful free verse piece, your title is one I shall forever cherish and this poem is breathtaking filled with emotion and of course my favourite subject of love. Kudos my dear friend.  what a morning for me, I haven't had this spark of inspiration for many years, to write something so inspired by someone else dear Rory, thank you a million times. Bravo my friend. 🌹 🌹 🌹 

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Shirley Harrison

This so wonderful 

Seeing a blossom on a tree
Through the rail of the man's fence
He imagined what he saw was a
Woman in a dress.

Your imagery flawless

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Rory McGinlay

Back then, I didn't won't to ruin the illusion, but 'fence' was originally scratched in my notebook as 'rail'. Simply because I have a rail, instead of a fence. 

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Marion

Hello R... for me this reads like a spark of light found in the darkness... maybe one a soul imagined never existed. The fact it is inspired by our very own lovely Shirley makes it all the more special. Beautiful writing and sentiment. Also i read the comment ...'even death needs a friend' and your use of it here is perfect  Hugs x

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Matthew Zeccola

That was really great, Rory, you’re a very talented writer! Loved it! M.

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