Garden = Patience

This is a poem about two rejects who find happiness in a garden.

 

 

Garden = Patience

You walk alone at school everyday.

"Nerd," "Weirdo," and "Loser" follow you.

You continue on like they were never said,

Smiling the same smile.

The one no one can stand.

Untroubled, Unburdened, Unobtainable.

 

The one I, for some reason, couldn't wear.

 

You always wear a flower in your hair. It blends in with the weather.

For depressing days, you wear the iris; deep, dark blue.

For bright days, you wear the rose; its sweet breath spreads to all.

For the most perfect of days, you wear the ever long-lasting carnation.

Whenever you're teased, I always see you

Stroking your hair. . .

 

. . . And the flower.

 

I've watched you skip on home,

And enter your backyard through the loose board.

There, you always seem to disappear from my sight,

And a myriad of flowers hide you.

You'll spend hours there, immersed, hidden, protected.

I could tell you were always in euphoria.

 

I envied you.

 

You caught me spying once, and invited me in.

"I can't," I said nervously. "I'm afraid of plants."

This was the truth.

Movies can lead a bad impression on kids.

 

But you wouldn't know, would you, floral child?

 

"Don't worry," you confidently said

Without ridicule.

"You won't be when you leave."

Hearing your sweet, quiet voice say this, I allow myself to be pulled in by you.

 

At first, I was tense. I was surrounded by unmoving yet living things,

Seemingly patient, and ready to drag me under.

You saw that I was tense.

You smiled.

Kindly, and without sense of arrogance.

 

The same smile I could never wear.

 

"Breath in with your nose," You said innocently.

"You'll feel calmer."

That was a stupid suggestion.

I did it.

I breathed in the fresh air.

 

And more.

 

My lungs, nose, and head were filled with a sweet odor.

Sweet, yet delicate.

Strong enough to leave an impression,

Yet soft enough as to not overwhelm.

I soon realized that it was the flowers.

I soon became intoxicated by the flowers' breath.

 

You were right; I was calmer after that.

 

"Spin around," you said.

That was a crazy suggestion, spinning in a bed of flowers.

I did it anyway.

I soon found myself watching many different kinds of flowers,

Lilies and roses,

Daffodils and tuberoses,

Sunflowers and dahlias,

Jacarandas and wisterias.

They were both clear as crystal and a blur to me.

It was like watching a laser light show,

Without the searing pain of bright neon in one's eyes.

 

Distinguishable, yet blended harmonious.

 

I became excited by the blurs of multiples of color.

I also became calmer.

I no longer let myself judge,

Like I did at my school.

Now, I allowed myself the freedom to enjoy.

 

And I enjoyed every moment of it.

 

"Lie down," you told me.

I no longer thought of thinking of

How weird your suggestions were.

I did.

The fingers of your friends were soft, and silky.

They caressed my body.

 

They were inviting me.

(I don't know how crazy that sounds,

But at least you understand me.)

 

I was immersed in your friends,

Letting myself take in everything.

Sweet and delicate fragrances,

Radiant yet subtle colors,

Smooth and soft fingers.

You soon joined in.

You laughed.

Then we laughed.

 

I see you smile everyday.

'Twas the first time I heard you laugh.

 

We spent hours there, talking about the chess team, with infinite acceptance and a knack

At strategy.

The Earth club, with their upbeat attitudes and caring members.

The swim team, with their thriving determination and boundless encouragement.

Even the Goths, with their quiet reclusion and creativity.

We never mentioned the other evil kids.

 

Then I had to leave.

 

"We hope you had a nice time," you happily croon.

"I did," I mumbled with little emotion.

You and I both knew, though, that my head was swimming with euphoria.

"Thank you for curing my fear," I let out as I parted.

 

You did, too.

 

I had smiled that day.

It wasn't your smile, though.

 

Not yet.

 

The next day, I went to school

With the wisterias you had given me.

They are your favorite.

 

I remember.

 

I was soon greeted with insults.

"Homo."

"Gay."

"Loser!"

I didn't mind though. I simply stroked the wisterias and walked along.

I was smiling now.

Your smile.

 

The smile of patience.

 

Thank you for showing me patience.

For showing me that thinking of something to look forward to

Seems to blot out any bad surrounding us.

Even if we didn't get it at the end,

It's still nice to think about.

 

Thank you.

 

 

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

This is adorable maybe your best .But surely deserving of praise for the memory

[Voice11]

I Loved this read! Particularly because Nature gives me the same comfort it does this character. It can be hard with the demands of the human world, but nature always has patience for you to grow. I love it Thank you for sharing this!

[Mandi]

In line 27 should be Don't not Don'
I didn't see any other grammar problems.

that was a really good read...i loved it
Keep writing you are really talented...

[Lydia]

Oh wow. This was wonderful. Well written and just, wow. You're talented, keep it up :)

[Constance L. Hartwell]

I loved this poem. It was beautiful and unique. Your word description was flawless and vivid. You did an amazing job painting a picture in my head with your words. I really enjoyed this piece.

[beefjerky]

somehow... i feel the same, but you never know, we are the heroes, and only the heroes are majorly awarded... great write!

[Shelby Baker]

I added this to my favorite. I love this poem and the meaning of it. How you wrote it and what it means.
super good!
rating; 100