There is No Need to Water a Wilted Flower Garden

There is no need to water a wilted flower garden…

The grass was so much greener when

the lilies stood tall against the roses

pink buds blooming on the vine

the scent of violets and lavender

wrapping me in a plume of a thousand beautiful things

 

Lush gardens and you

holding the heart of my heart

light as the breeze brushing my neck

kissing my cheek

with secrets of days to come

 

as my mind wandered among the butterflies

 

Who opened the venetian blinds

and let time in?

It wasn’t ours to fight against

 

And now, you are nothing but a haunting sunset

in the beauty of a vulnerable sky

while I’m left with the stars pulling my hair…

neurotic, destructive, fiery, dangerous, unrestrained

 

To hell, to hell with it…

 

There is no need to water a wilted flower garden

Author's Note

Photography ~ Pinterest
Poetry ~ MsJewel

Reviews

[redzone]

my god Julie, that was stark, raw and tears at the heart... the thing is too, there is such soft longing and love in the first part of the poem and then wham!! a haunting sunset... the stark reality of lost love... but it is exactly now when water is needed in this garden... I love your poetry Julie, even when it rips out my heart and stomps on it...

redzone

[MsJewel]

I guess life can't be all hearts and butterflies Curt. Sorry about heart stomping though...I appreciate your wonderful comment and your support of my poetry. :) Julie

[redzone]

No, life is often filled with pain and suffering, heart break... no worries about the stomping Julie, not much more damage can be done. .. but what about your heart Julie?

[MsJewel]

I'm tougher than I look Curt! :)

[redzone]

I know Julie, to me you look like you know how to live life... but that doesn't mean it (life) doesn't hurt a great deal sometimes...

[Chase Dylan]

I am watering the garden of my mind with your beautiful flow... Haunted sunsets besotted by vulnerable skies... Stunning... Breezily penned...

[MsJewel]

Thank you for the lovely comment and compliment :) Julie

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Julie... Yes, love can be like the
scent of Violet's and lavender... holding the heart of your heart ... Light as the breeze brushing your neck. "How do I love you... let me count the ways". penned by a famous poetess. Was it Emily Dickinson? Her romance(s) were sad... truly, Pat

[Dara]

Powerful and full of passion. One of my favorite lines is:
"Who opened the venetian blinds and let time in?"
I love how you started out with mellow undertones and gradually built up to the harsh realities surrounding the passing of time and loss. Hopefully with a new day the pain starts to fade away with the promise of a new tomorrow. This is a simply awe inspiring write!

[MsJewel]

Thank you for your kind words Dara :) Julie

[Ana Papaya]

Love the line about opening the blinds to let time in. Stunning poem Julie. When love dries up, no amount of nourishment will bring it back. That's what I take away from this. Beautiful and heartbreaking.

[MsJewel]

Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my poem. I appreciate it very much :) Julie

[mercy party]

The idea of an over saturated heart was very cool and i totally felt the frustration in the lines..
"i'm left with the stars pulling my hair..
It universally spoke when it was resolved with "to hell, to hell with it. Good fury here MsJewel, well done!

[MsJewel]

Thank you :) Julie

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. I felt the impact of this. You laid it all out. Hopefully we can tend to our wounds as we tend to our wilted hopes. A new one will flourish in due season...:)..................

[MsJewel]

Thanks so much Sami :) Julie

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. ...:::)))

[Pete]

wow. a powerful one. a sad, tough tragedy. i guess it's over. "To hell, to hell with it…" is very effective. there is such beauty through & through here despite the difficult nature of the piece. pic is perfect. you always do such a great job. you should be working for harlequin!

[MsJewel]

Thank you for your lovely comment Pete. :) Julie

[Poeticme]

Very peaceful and elegant poem. Your poetry is so beautiful Julie,..once again a lovely piece from you my lady, thanks for sharing

Dennis

[MsJewel]

Thank you for your lovely comment Dennis :) Julie

[emmajoy]

'.. while I’m left with the stars pulling my hair. '…

Pause to gasp.. to reach for a tissue.. .. .. Oh < Julie.. that is so damned real.

If any poem be considered based on truth, this has to be the one. If not, your perception, your understanding, of immense and beautiful love deserted, set aside, is extraordinary, yet painful to the core. Does that make sense.

[MsJewel]

Thank you for your kind words Emma :) Julie