Unfold

eden, in my mind

Unfold

My garden is filled with
sonatas of demure pauses,
arias of high notes, clapping, and a fresh "Brava!"
The orchestral bed of roses
sways in the summer wind, the lift of flautist's arms,
the dive of the violin player's bow
sweetly fill the air with musical pollen
to accompany the choir of buzzing bees.
I, the lean conductor, smile in pleasure at my
musical companions, guiding them to a
sweeping cadenza of Beethoven's finest,
our bodies shaking with its epic vibrations
before finally plateauing in a tempered harmony.

In my hand I hold a painter's brush,
by my side, media in a vibrant chromatogram,
auburn, amethyst, baby blue, malachite, ivory, and orchid,
each winking at me in good-natured seduction
calling to me to use them, to paint the
rainbows in the sky, the gold leaf of the marigolds,
the green tint of my lover's eye as he sits
by the fountain with the spouting cupids carved in stone.
In impressionistic light, I kiss the soft petals and smell the
black earth.

From afar, a passionate soliloquy reaches my ears,
the actor's sharp pronunciation like the edge of a
silver spade, unearthing hidden feelings and emotions
in a catharsis of startling brilliance that leaves me in tears,
which water the daisies.
The masks of comedy and the masks of tragedy are donned
as we go traipsing through my garden,
the Greek chorus reciting their stilted lines
as we improvise happily around them.
I come upon a Shakespearean sonnet which blooms
with the yellow language of sincerity,
giving it to my lover as he presents me with a playful
limerick said in ruffled pantaloons.

In my garden I am happy
for Art is alive and well. It grows with
Imagination and my red-haired Muses,
those silly girls I adore and spoil with sisterly love.
In my garden I sit with a notebook,
an ink-stained scribe recording what beauty.

Reviews

[Lorraine]

This is truly an art because it is filled with detailed creativity. In this, you’ve made statues seem like some majestic creations and you made the garden look so much like paradise. It takes a lot of talent to produce such a good art using the right combination of words.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[Ruth]

This is exceptional! I cannot explain how this makes me feel! lol Stunning work love, the art of life inprinted in one poem, WOW! Breathtaking! xx

[deeps]

This is a wonderful and amazing write here.
I really enjoyed the emotion in this.

[George Gaudet]

Amazing. There's nothing more I can say. It speaks for itself in itself and its self is very beautiful.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Sigh, just came back and read this again, just because I love it. It makes me feel all peaceful inside, what more could a writer ask for? :o)

[Antonio Valentino]

Good god, words like, beautiful, and exquisite, wouldn't even begin to describe how lovely this is. What a wonderful soul that created this garden of light and harmony. A true melody of nature and spirit, earth, and humanity.

Sara, this is heart grown Brilliance.
Antonio

[Devons]

Simply beautiful. But not simple. This is like a moving painting to me. It sparkles and glints like a Chanel handbag caught in the late evening sun. It's like a microcosmic compendium of all that's classical and romantic. And you can imagine its creator sat in a field of corn, smudging water-colours into a notebook.

Imagery inspires imagery. So rich, this poem, so RICH!

[Coyote Poetry]

Poem is amazing. Written with great skill. I had to read again. The language and your story brought me in and held me. So many lines were strong. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I love all the references to art in this piece, from music to poetry and painting, lovely writing.

[Rodrick Franklin McLare..]

Jesus... you, cook me!

There are no words, to describe this... how would one begin, to suggest anything to such classical-ism projected with knowledge held and wonder at the gathering of such. The power that it contains, to rhyme not present in obviousness. But the content and its meanings flow. Yet here we go, it is not a criticism. More a maybe personal observation, as classic poetry must hold in the stanza, that rhythm in rhyme. Or so, I've Imagined. To find this lacking so far, in the reading I've done of your craft. So... so what, it is still a marvel! If you haven't, please read my post 'Nightmares of Forbidden Desire'... I try for a Sonata feel, have that classic kind of brush with experimental expressed... well something. Be interested to hear what you thought. Love this piece!