Poem -
Kindly Killing Time
my little garden
is
a beautiful place
full of shrubs
and
green things
kindly
killing
time
waiting in
splendor
to be
noticed
to be
absorbed
within
a single eye
tall flowers
filling up
that
space
which grows
from earth to sky
the rainbow bridge
which
tip toes up
to robbins
passing
by
a resting bench
a wishing well
filled
full
with
penny dreams
the chimes which
run
to capture wind
then
sing it back
to
breeze
my little garden
is
a pretty place
wears beauty
on
its soulful face
waits there
with
the utmost grace
kindly
killing
time
M P 26/9/21
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Hello lovely, sorry I have not been about. But I spotted the title of this poem and had to read. I felt the sadness within this write. Tending to that garden, as if it is all that is left. Many of us have a special garden to look after whilst we wait to die. That is my feelings as I read this pretty, yet heavy hearted poem. Cleverly penned
hugs ❤
Gwen xx
Thanks so much love for your lovely comment...again, sorry for late reply xx
Gardens, I think are an extension of the soul. They do have the ability to help us heal. They keep us busy and when they can't keep us busy they keep us a captive hostage to their beauty for hours. They truly kill time in a very kind way either that or time just doesn't exist in Gardens. In Gardens the cycle is continuous — Spring, summer, autumn and winter and not 0ne o'clock, two o'clock etc. I waffle. Your poem is brilliant. My mum loved Gardens and she would certainly have loved this poem (she was an avid poetry lover too) xx
Hi.Tina...thankyou so much fir commenting. Yes...I find when I'm sitting in the garden time does not exist. I can lose hours...summer ir winter, day or night. Its lovely your mam.loved the garden ...that setting will always remain a place you can you can feel close to her spirit and that's lovely...hugs xxx