Garden
Love, in full bloom
Is the water that nourishes seeds…
Contained
By the glass vase of my heart,
The fluid inside pulses
And swells, longing
To evaporate and spread
Like gospel.
Love, broken
Is the tragedy that scalds…
Knocked over,
The vase crashes on the hard floor
Shattering,
A splinter echoes like broken bones
And water seeps between the shards
Like tears.
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Garden
oldaspirationsneverdie...7
Your imagery is cognitively imaginative and unique giving rise to
an interest into the more personal, and sublte aspects of love and
how it effects others and self. The last stanza is a gem, a fine
crafted culmination to the feelings of love!