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Weeding the bottom of the Garden: down memory lane
Yesterday,
walking around the garden
no longer owned
swallowed into a vortex of memories
its been awhile since the rain fell
on the silent swing at the garden
hidden among the bougainvillea
and the bushes of frangipanis
its a waste land there, abandoned
since the last giggles went silent
and sounds of stolen kisses
became vague distant memories
making love under twinkling stars
listening to distant Christmas fireworks
crying together at perceived hurts
holding on together in times of sorrow
the years rushed by
familiarity bred indifference
grew thick over passion
kisses were cheeks loving was quick
she came into your life
and he came into mine
stolen kisses repeated
cuddles and loving all over again
they were just not you and I
she took you away faraway
while I bled from various cuts
for he too have left
weeding the bottom of the garden
with hoes and cutters
slowly pulling out the weeds
and trimming the hedges
the new owners
young as we were
working together with so much love
holding hands filled with flowers
they smiled at me
as I waved goodbye
stealing kisses
and giggling together
we were there too
once.
walking around the garden
no longer owned
swallowed into a vortex of memories
its been awhile since the rain fell
on the silent swing at the garden
hidden among the bougainvillea
and the bushes of frangipanis
its a waste land there, abandoned
since the last giggles went silent
and sounds of stolen kisses
became vague distant memories
making love under twinkling stars
listening to distant Christmas fireworks
crying together at perceived hurts
holding on together in times of sorrow
the years rushed by
familiarity bred indifference
grew thick over passion
kisses were cheeks loving was quick
she came into your life
and he came into mine
stolen kisses repeated
cuddles and loving all over again
they were just not you and I
she took you away faraway
while I bled from various cuts
for he too have left
weeding the bottom of the garden
with hoes and cutters
slowly pulling out the weeds
and trimming the hedges
the new owners
young as we were
working together with so much love
holding hands filled with flowers
they smiled at me
as I waved goodbye
stealing kisses
and giggling together
we were there too
once.
Published 10th Nov 2015
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10th Nov 2015 2:43am
Oh, for sure, for sure, "we were there too / once."
Entering into that garden where once you giggled
and he held you close, now waving at the young
ones not understanding that you were in her shoes
back then. To remember the hurts and aches of
love squandered, both you and him, even now a
sad lament for the then and the now, hoping the
young ones will not follow in your shoes and make
the same mistakes. But then, it is all up to them, is
it not?
Entering into that garden where once you giggled
and he held you close, now waving at the young
ones not understanding that you were in her shoes
back then. To remember the hurts and aches of
love squandered, both you and him, even now a
sad lament for the then and the now, hoping the
young ones will not follow in your shoes and make
the same mistakes. But then, it is all up to them, is
it not?
10th Nov 2015 3:07pm
Scooter, its always a cycle isn't it? I wish the couple in the old place good luck. Just meandering down memory lane there: thanks for reading.
10th Nov 2015 7:35am
The past becomes the present as one day the memories of the young will one day become bittersweet reminders of the love that past this way... jj
10th Nov 2015 3:08pm
That's life isn't it...poetryman. Once I thought I discovered heartaches too. Thanks for reading.
10th Nov 2015 7:52pm
You open the gates to this garden beautifully Grace. The memories might be comforting or benign:
"making love under twinkling stars
listening to distant Christmas fireworks
crying together at perceived hurts
holding on together in times of sorrow"
Or they might be troubling:
"they were just not you and I
she took you away faraway
while I bled from various cuts
for he too have left"
But they're always worth keeping. Fine work!
"making love under twinkling stars
listening to distant Christmas fireworks
crying together at perceived hurts
holding on together in times of sorrow"
Or they might be troubling:
"they were just not you and I
she took you away faraway
while I bled from various cuts
for he too have left"
But they're always worth keeping. Fine work!
11th Nov 2015 00:33am
Memories in such places...hurts a bit, especially when mistakes were made that we knew should have been avoided. Thanks Crowfly.
