A Poet Lost
they say her creative energy
was swallowed by the garden
morning after morning
the birds called her to join them
while they dug worms
she would water, deadhead, feed and prune
survey the spread
of the succulents and artemesia
kiss the wild blue phlox
the emerging lilies,
dark red with chartreuse centers
rub basil and lavender
onto her fingers
inhale
after,
back bent
heart full
she could not relate to the blank page
6 thoughts on "A Poet Lost"
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I love this! Beautiful imagery and sensory detail, lovely story. 🙂
Portrait of the poet in third person. Delight!
Tis the season! Enjoyed it, thanks.
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All who wander are not lost. Lovely work here.
Boy, can I relate to this!! Beautiful imagery! Third person is the perfect choice for this poem! And doesn’t a flower garden start out as a blank page?