Beach roses, a plethora of them just near the entrance,
a lovely meticulous thing,
tucked under the grey cloud— there is a warmth to them,
there is a warmth to them still, as events replay themselves
in my paper cut heart.
When speaking of resilience, bristlecone pine comes to mind;
forever withstanding the test of time,
as the sun continues to melt the day away,
how does she do it?
How, despite harsh conditions does she stand tall, fresh tears
in my eyes every night right before bed.
Reach out, through the haze and through the smoke,
difficult to read
and even more so to discern, inside my garden gate,
words rising up from the ashes to the sky, forming poetry,
people bloom,
just add love, this world is so much and yet so little
at the same time.
A friend of mine often asks of seeds, seeds of doubt
which long should have been ousted out,
and though it isn’t hard for me to rein in these thoughts,
I stumble and falter—there is so much that requires attention:
soak your roots, water mindfully,
be brutal with weeds, it’s written on my hand, it’s engraved upon
my rebellious soul.
Meet me before the apocalypse takes place,
feisty and soft
but stronger than before, the kind of individuals we’d hoped
to be can’t be forgotten or replaced,
moonbeams in our eyes, come let us plant all that can persevere,
until the dawn arrives, inside my garden gate; my garden gate; my garden gate.
Photo credits: Summer flowers and cups by Daniel Keys, Pinterest
Claudia is our lovely hostess tonight at dVerse Pub where she invites
us in for a bit of garden poetry writing. Come join us! 💝
Inspired by the title of Susan C Walkinshaw-Kelly’s poetic masterpiece,
“Inside my Garden Gate.”
Sanaa- Your deft hand has created such a poem of beauty here.
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
taking care of the weeds – watering the roots – a physical garden can teach us so much about life – that is beautifully written
Thank you so much, Claudia 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
‘people bloom,
just add love’ ❤️ – this heart is not big enough to show how much I love this! I feel there is hope rising up through the soil of all our troubles, which of course we bring upon ourselves.
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
So much with life’s lessons from gardening:
soak your roots, water mindfully,
be brutal with weeds
We can learn from them – resilience, people blooming and above all, faith.
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Absolutely lovely response and there’s a lot more going on here than just a trip to your garden like the touches on resilience and dealing with the seeds of doubt and especially like to meet with me before the end or the apocalypse comes. What is it that gives us the strength to cling to life? Ah but I think you know the answer. Thanks for giving us trip into your garden and what wisdom you have gleaned from it.
That is such high praise! Thank you so much, Brian 🙂 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Simply beautiful, Sanaa. Another winner in your cache of winners 🙂
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
I can feel how much a garden is like life itself… how much the garden with its weeds and resilient roots are like life itself… maybe we are all our own gardens.
I love your perspective on it! Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Sanaariffic. Gate, gate gate is the perfect closer.
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I resonate with “meet me before the apocalypse arrives”……….I love this glimpse of what lies within your garden gate.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
A great poem Sanaa full of images and metaphors that will grow on you if you let them!! I liked your line… be brutal with the weeds…. and… the kind of individuals we’d hoped to be can’t be forgotten or replaced,
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
So many layers of thought. This poem packs a punch, Happy Tuesday
Much💜love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Much love back..
Such a blooming beautiful poem!
Thank you so much, Misky 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Beautifully composed
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I am my own garden …. this is beautiful, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
“Meet me before the apocalypse takes place…
…moonbeams in our eyes, come let us plant all that can persevere,
until the dawn arrives, inside my garden gate; my garden gate; my garden gate.”
This entire poem is sumptuous, beautiful, and genuine in its love, and it is obviously the honesty of your heart. I loved reading it Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Rob 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Very beautiful, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Susan 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
If all poetry is love said one way or another, and the making of poems a cultivation, then this garden is a bower in the heart, set apart and somewhat safe where love and poetry is made. Loved the veiled lucence which atmospheres this poem.
Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Utterly beautiful.
Thank you so much, Darius 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
There are so many beautiful lines and such powerful images in this poem. Wonderful
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I love the repetition at the end…..the glimpse inside your garden gate. What really stood out: “People bloom…just add love” and to be brutal with weeds. Oh, yes I am!
Thank you so much, Yvonne 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
before the apocalypse… which looms, doesn’t it?
It certainly is, M! 💄❤️