A garden wall

[The second]

A GARDEN WALL

I smelled the rain coming
I saw the spider day dreaming
My cocktail is fine at six o clock
The roses
A different three
I fear the fire fly lost
Stumbling through reasons of why I should continue this way of life
My focus is all chopped up
Fall is pressing on my forehead
Warning winters dread
Children near my window play
Still no gain is made
The brown dirt flowers gone
The stacked wall stones are gray
We should have listened when the sun told us all its secrets
But you couldn’t stay away
Brilliance is doomed
She said to the widowers groom
Left without a tomb
Just a simple crop
Not big nor small
That hold the roses all
A different three
A garden wall
Inside
The small dead city

RDS
THE SECOND

[RhymeLovingWriter]

So desolate this poem rings on the ear - of love encountered and lost - or at least delayed for a season. It may be little consolation in the moment (or no succor at all) TS, but I'm a firm believer we need these times of dormancy, perhaps even regret, as fodder and fuel for the coming spring. Hang in there - after all - without this time 'A garden wall' would not have been birthed in it's own kind of beauty.

[Bobby Del Boy]

The second Damn! So emotional. I feel you! Soulful write poet friend.

[The second]

Bdb right on man

[AlexandratheLate]

Very lovely in its sadness. Nicely done!!

[The second]

Thank you much ALEXANDRATHELATE

[MHenry]

A sad and lyrical piece, The Second, with quiet power. My focus is all chopped up, aptly conveys the way you have crafted this eminently readable verse. Enjoyable from the first line to the last. Well done, poet.

[The second]

Mr.Henry, Thank You for your blessing

[DWAYNE]

Strewth, poet. Strewth!!

Great imagery.

This is contemplative, mastery of this craft.

[The second]

Greatly appreciate the comment