The Lost Garden
...observations on a tram…
The Lost Garden belongs to the following groups:
All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Graphic Scratch, Melbourne & Victoria and The Word TreeIn the twisted hollows
of a darkened mind,
grows a wicked notion
like no other kind.
Buried deep in layers
festering in gloom,
shielded from all fullness
tight within a tomb.
Twining with each fibre
stretching long roots deep,
repetition forming
coursing without sleep.
Dampened by each tear
formed but never shed;
loathing, pain and sorrow
fertilize this bed.
Growth becomes abundant;
foliage velvet black,
fearful tendrils binding
fast in every crack.
Evolution truly
has no place in there,
time becomes suspended
caught inside this snare.
Born from all the fears
of things left unknown,
plump seeds of revulsion
into hate have grown.
Caroline Gorka
Oh my…that’s given me shivers !!
Look forward to meeting you tomorrow :)
Taine replied
Thanks Caroline, glad it made you shiver … :o)
Lisa Jewell
Geez that last stanza is a kicker…..
“Born from all the fears
of things left unknown,
ripe seeds of revulsion
into hate have grown.”
I love the sensitivity to this piece…..you’ve very clear eyes…
Taine replied
Thank you Lisa; I’ve changed the second last line, it felt more appropriate.
BTW, not sure how that ‘double posting’ happened; got rid of the doppelganger now :o)
Mark German
One of your best, bro – great stuff.
Taine replied
Glad you liked it man – it’s growing on me more & more.
pun not really intended
bearpaw
w o w yikes awesome
Taine replied
You’re too kind … thanks.
Mel Brackstone
Oh yes, the shivers are here with me too…..wow, what a picture this paints in my head!
PJ Ryan
i got a really great chill of this piece !!
MissKristy
Hello you gorgeous man, turns out you are a wonderful writer too! Wow…just love this piece. applause
Suzanne German
amazing shawn….love it
suzanne
mick8585
It has a touch of the Poe about it. Edgar, Allan that is. Beautiful , dark piece.
journey360
That was really good.
“Dampened by each tear
formed but never shed;
loathing, pain and sorrow
fertilize this bed.”
I love that part.
ayearning
Your voice reaches deep within and encounters the loosening growth I have longed to know. It is dark, yet that is the place of the seed, perhaps its most important part in the birth to life and death back all over again. Words can pierce the best in us, pouring forth life giving strength to sustain the Journey we all need drink. This site is like a garden, the soil prepared and fertile, ready for the seed, its way to begin again. Once broken (as we are, when we come in) through the earth, it is reliant on the water stained skies, the Sun’s wealthy filter, the weedy tearing begins; when the morning we return to find its magical journey has come gently in…there is the mystery for me. A dweller of Earth, enjoined by the sea, cleansed by the wind we find our way along; and therein begins a melody that becomes Our Song.
NoraFraser
bleak, put together effectively
Judylee
Gripping, thought provoking and spine tingling all at the same time. You certainly have a gift.
sweetmiseryxx
just lovely. So dark yet you caught the beauty of darkness
time really stopped for me during this poem
Helene Kippert
Powerful and well observed
Preech
a good read….powerful infact.
ayearning
just beautiful, with layers to brush over again and again, reminding me how fine and true the voice of one who can remove the sense of self, and just let go…to receive the pure flow…always waiting for an entry, its beauty and solace hollowing us out. about this there is no doubt
RoxyLust
wow that sent a ice chill up my spine so beautiful and dark :) xxx
Mary Campbell
Well written piece that puts you in someone else pain.
rina56
its very nice well written
beatricereeves
no purity yet; just the beginning,,
JonoCarrick
This poem would make Poe envious.
Steven Sandner
Incredible. powerful. words.