deep inside of my heart
organically grown and nurtured
fresh as each day starts
some are weeds that threaten my being
the others blossoming vines
irrigating, tending, attention stealing
both taking too much of my time
rain falls heavily from the clouds
lightning, thunderous and jarring
all lay muddled in deep, deep puddles
in my ever expanding garden
the cohabitants rest inside of me
growing in their own direction
spirited they move internally
these objects of my reflection
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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I can only assume that you write what you feel...who is calling to you today?
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