The Garden Full of Us

The Garden Full of Us

A Poem by paulina misiewicz


I enter this garden each year, through the same, concrete steps

and find heaven. Not the one with angels and sweet miracles, but sweat

running down the human spine. It burns through wounds on its way, I see

thick-skinned fingers holding a cigarette and smearing the soil on his forehead.

 

I breathe the freedom in, like a starling that sits at the top of the cherry tree

when nothing can intimidate his rapid pulse or forbid him. ‘’This life isn't a commodity’’,

she says, then withdraws. Now, even those sharp spines of gooseberry branches,

tangled around my naked calves, seem less bad-mannered than before.

 

Sunny spells wash the grounds and jab bumble bees. Reluctantly, like Sumo fighters

they move and seek shelter, and the background of bright, colourful flowers 

emerges. The buzzing sound reaches my ears from the shadows. I hear

coals and firewood hitting against the metal barrel. They’re inside the smoke house.

 

I count the minutes and fish bones, and bite through tomatoes, shaped like hearts

salad bowls, on the top of the vinyl clothed table.  All seems fresher than the last year or am I older?

For my vision to become so clear, I must be.  Then the peacefulness blends itself with the fear

and irritates my throat. To never lose this garden, it would be a miracle.

 

 

© 2020 paulina misiewicz


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Great wisdom in the ending.
"For my vision to become so clear, I must be. Then the peacefulness blends itself with the fear
and irritates my throat. To never lose this garden, it would be a miracle."
The sea is my place. Always a place I call fall. If only with photos and memory. We need our gardens to keep us sane. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote





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paulina misiewicz

8 Years Ago

Thank you Coyote for your kind words! much appreciated! you're so right we all need those special pl.. read more
Coyote Poetry

8 Years Ago

I enjoy your poetry and you are welcome.



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I like this poem, especially the first two stanzas. I don't fully understand the 3rd stanza. Can sunlight jab? And do bees flee it? They may, it's just a question.
Then the last stanza is great again. I love the line "Then the peacefulness blends itself with the fear
and irritates my throat." What a way to describe coming close to tears!

Posted 8 Years Ago


paulina misiewicz

8 Years Ago

Well it may as well be ;) Thanks for your time and comment viola, appreciate it.
wow great imagination and words... while reading you feel like you are there too... great poem

Posted 8 Years Ago


Great wisdom in the ending.
"For my vision to become so clear, I must be. Then the peacefulness blends itself with the fear
and irritates my throat. To never lose this garden, it would be a miracle."
The sea is my place. Always a place I call fall. If only with photos and memory. We need our gardens to keep us sane. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote





Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This comment has been deleted by the poster.
paulina misiewicz

8 Years Ago

Thank you Coyote for your kind words! much appreciated! you're so right we all need those special pl.. read more
Coyote Poetry

8 Years Ago

I enjoy your poetry and you are welcome.
Paulina, this is a vivid descriptive piece you have written, kudos to you.

Posted 8 Years Ago


paulina misiewicz

8 Years Ago

Thank you Robert!
haha i love it! very unique, rapid visual transitions kept my mind wandering. fun read, thanks for posting!

Posted 8 Years Ago


paulina misiewicz

8 Years Ago

thanks for taking the time to read and comment
Impressive. The images in this poem are powerful. I especially liked the lines "All seems fresher/ Than the last year or am I older?" This line stumped me and through my re-read, encouraged me to ponder. I see it as memories fade, yes, but some dull with lustering magnificense, and just like wine, some things do get better with age even when other substances burn to a crisp.
I also took the time to read your other poem "Chronic": losts of cigarette imagery. For your next poem containing this image, try describing the smoke. I feel like you would excel in detailing it, and let me know if you do.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

paulina misiewicz

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much for taking time to read through couple of my poems and leaving such positive, enco.. read more
phantom pains

8 Years Ago

You are most welcome. You have potential. It's always fun to come across dawning writers, such as yo.. read more
paulina misiewicz

8 Years Ago

Thank you :)
I like it but it doesn't really flow. which makes it a little hard to read. But the visualization is wonderful, I really enjoyed it

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

paulina misiewicz

8 Years Ago

hi, thank you for your positive feedback, also constructive one, always much appreciated :) i guess .. read more
paulina misiewicz

8 Years Ago

Though i think it's still slightly a prose poem ;)
Whatever compells people to skip by without sitting in, and settling down long enough to write any thought whatsoever about this poem confounds my mind. Firstly, this is the best poem I have read all day. It transported me from my a*s in front of the computer to a questioning, feeling, rationalizing why this or that is bringing back memories, this pem if anyone had taken the time to say it, is simply amazing. and i say amazing not to gush. no. it felt great, it held my complete attention. it was fantastic or I am as stoned as a peach right now but i dont think thats the case. Anyway, i think you could cut a few words out and it will stand strong if not stronger. the in front of me is very descriptive and lends me the fact that its your vision but i think in context to it being written by you and is your eyes in the poem that leaving off the in front of me after emerges might make editing sense or maybe its just me but comb thrugh it and tell me what you think if you like. again, great

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

paulina misiewicz

8 Years Ago

hi Joshua, firstly THANKS SO MUCH for such positive review! review that actually made me scream with.. read more
Joshua Carl Cruz

8 Years Ago

Again, you a very welcome to the truth. Fantastic, added directly to the library. Have to go get th.. read more
paulina misiewicz

8 Years Ago

hahahahaha thanks! I sure have few more like that one, atm they are entered into contest outside of .. read more

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Added on August 4, 2015
Last Updated on September 14, 2020
Tags: nature, family, time, memories, loss, sanctuary, love, safety

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