You were never lost to the mist of dead time
you went there willingly, triumphant in defeat
with a voice of thunder crying out over fields of drought
I listened as it faded into the wind—
your laughter until the very end
But not an end, only a crossing to new realities
away from the killing fields you left behind
where I stand and watch new seedlings sprout
tending to this garden of broken delights
and hoping as the sun falls faster each day
that when at last the harvest comes
there is nothing left to remind me that you were ever here
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I like gardening, but rarely have the patience for the upkeep—specifically weeding. That probably says something about me. Or maybe it just means I should grow things in a greenhouse.
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Image by Игорь Левченко from Pixabay
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8 responses to “You Were Never Lost”
This is incredible writing. Thanks for sharing
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Thank you so much (:
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Thank you 🙇
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I really enjoyed this one 🙂 Also, a tip on gardening for anyone interested…If you put grass clippings or hay or wood chips between your rows you will have hardly any weeds. I don’t have hay or wood chips handy all the time but I used grass clipping last summer and I was blown away.
Thanks for sharing all your great work 🙂
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Wow, thanks for the tip. I’ll try it out when it comes time to plant again. Thank you! (:
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Nicely done
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Thanks!
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Lovely 🌺🥀
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