Gardens of Flesh and Dreams

Gardens of Flesh and Dreams

A Poem by Kirsty Lee

In the Garden of Flesh,

my desires can not come true.

Folds of gray matte with black,

 all I hold onto is washed away in white.


Dare I, open the door.

Slip through the folds of reality,

into the vivid Garden of Dreams.

A garden full of desires, creativity, and color.


In such a place my heart aches; pounding

fighting me towards a certain power within.

My eyes overtake the boundaries of never ending fields.

The hills rolling under summer wind, and

light from a warm sun cascading over my pale skin.


Flowers, cold; now defrost.

Dripping their essence onto my bare toes.

I scrunch them in the grass, digging into the earth

And breathe.

© 2010 Kirsty Lee


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I love the imagery and storytelling! Keep the passion in your words!

Posted 13 Years Ago


I really like it, especially how it over comes the intimacy of dreams and on how we need to escape sometimes. good job:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


i truely adored your tiny escapade...and they way you relay that dreamy feeling is overwhelming...

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Kirsty Lee
Kirsty Lee

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