Poem inspired from a photo prompt, courtesy of David Palmer which can be discovered over on g+ right here in this super amazing poetry forum.
Every garden should be filed with tulips,
of every colour
with daffodils and daisies
and dandelion wishes along the end row.
Every garden should be filled with scented
roses of pink, yellow, glorious red and delightful
peach. There should be flower pots, welly boots,
rakes and old broken treasures.
For it is here in the garden that we are created.
It is here beneath the autumn leaves that the
young artist discovers colour and texture.
In springs fresh blossoms the young poet discovers
metamorphosis as the butterfly dances past.
It is here as the summer sun rises into the skies
that the musician sings the tune of the whistling
morning bird for the very first time.
And among the death of winter the writer rises
creating an escape of warmth and adventure as
Amazons and Swallows are relived.
And in every broken treasure is born the historian
hungry for knowledge and the engineer who see’s
life in the broken. And the crafter who see’s what can be
not what is as the future scientists mix water and scented
Every garden should be filled with tulips of every colour
and old broken wagon wheels, for it is here in the garden
that souls are born and spirits created and
children become their futures.
Karen Hayward ©2016