My Garden In Autumn

another one that won´t be published, but here we go

this is now a dump

of shrivel and turn-in

the revenge of late months

the earth is tired

wet as a turned boat

after a battle this ground

is no longer holy

scattered with ribs it is shamed

across the lawn I hear voices

so I touch a found stone

in my pocket, just for me.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

wow! such a poignant moment .. your closing with that special "rock" is brilliant says i! fall is beginning isn't it!? love your gardeners heart .. we have also had way too much water .. so few words and lines and you have created such a graphic emotive scene .. well done .. i instantly love your character .. inspiring!
E.

[Kaede16]

Bravo! I love short poems that have the ability to paint a picture and fill you with emotion. Both are very hard to conceive, yet here you are. Thank you for this piece.

[Chris Shaw]

The brevity in these lines really works. I felt the full impact of the seasonal change from scorching heat to downpour. No good for the garden that's for sure. Original description. Great poetry.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

I live in Michigan. Germany and Michigan, similar weather. August hard on the garden. I liked the short statements and direct thoughts. Thank you my friend for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[DAH]

Can't tell you how much I love minimalist poetry, it's to the point,
quick as lightning striking. Every line is perfectly placed,
beautifully sculpted ... and this line got me up on my
hind legs and panting: "the earth is tired
wet as a turned boat"

Bravo, Poet!
DAH

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Like the metaphorical description.
How autumn makes everything changed.

It's really well penned.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

On one level this can be taken to represent the Autumn garden once the growing season ends or it may signal the aging process as one feels the autumn and the approach of winter. As always words that are sublimely chosen, every one.