contemplativeMiranda's Garden
Poem for Day 010 - 20150110
Flowers and weeds,
both grow with equal ease,
behind the high walls,
with an unlocked entrance gate.
Your rooms are here,
framed in the plants therein,
can I walk your halls,
and walk through vine wrapped doors?
Ornamentation is at play,
to distract and tease the eye,
look to high flower or low bush,
equal pleasure is taken in both.
You garden hides as much
as it also reveals.
The shrub mask foundation,
conifer to block the ugly view.
Where are you Miranda,
in this riot of confused art?
I see many lovely things,
but where is your loveliest heart?
Take my hand, guide me please,
through the twisting garden paths.
Turn my gaze from distraction,
lead me to your true self.
Lead me to the center bench,
be not the caretaker here,
instead reveal yourself in truest form,
your inner garden I do seek.
© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
