The Gardens

A visiting

 

 

staccato polyrhythms

rain upon the graves

 

it’s a long walk

from one to the next

 

I think of something

not of mortal plaints

 

and talk of times

when they were good

 

less is remembered

as another year passes

 

even the wind and rain

endeavor to erode

engraved memories

 

sorrow would be forgotten

if not for petrichor

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

There is so much to take from your superbly laid words, but mostly, the emotions that shadow their meaning. There are places where memories jump from journals into the heart.. and that walk is one of them . Sad beauty her and memorable, Patricia.

[Patricia]

thank you emma! the smell of damp earth reminds me of the funeral, the scent was overwhelming even covered in plastic, brought back the memories. smell is the most powerful sense we have

[emmajoygreen]

You think? I do understand your feelings.. perhaps you think of rain on a day .. or maybe, more than likely: tears. For me, however, as a landscapiest, it means growth to come, blossoms to bloom.. an everlasting succession of eath's vglory and all.

To each our own, our emotions and more, dear lady. Just read your poem again... sighhh

[William Michael Reeves]

Those are great poetic ideas. The wind and rain eroding our memories. The long walk between stones. Staccato rain on stones. There's a bunch of good ideas in this, and words.

I cheated a bit and read the reviews. Sounds like you've been absent as well. I'm trying to catch up and was surprised to only find two new. Hope you are well.

[Patricia]

Hello William, so sorry to be away so long but life has a way of keeping me so far from where I want to be and sometimes I have to be where i need to be and not always where I don’t prefer to be. Life! It really keeps me penning and not always sharing :) I hope you are well, hugs and kisses my friend! Thanks for the read and comments

[Carola]

great poem patricia, love those first two lines.
love that new word for me.... petrichor.
now I have a name to go with that lovely rainy smell.
have a great sunday
cheerio carola

[Patricia]

Thank you so much, Corola! Petrichor is a great word

[Betty Hermelee]

I actually like walking through graveyards, for historic interest, though they do bring back mixed memories for some, but after a rain the smells of the earth and flowers attempt to bring back your spirits as well. After time, these memories do erode, "less is remembered as another year passes"...yet glimpses of love and loss still remain.
Love this poem P.
Good to be back, great trip!
Hugs, B

[Patricia]

Thank you kindly B! After talking with you this morning I figured I best come by the cafe as I have not been here for awhile. Such a pleasure :)

[Chris Shaw]

A visit to a graveyard is usually a reminder of someone we have loved and lost. They can be sorrowful, but I am remibded of that saying, it is better to have loved and lost than never loved at all. The price we pay for love is pain. A poignant write my dear friend. Good to see a post from you.

Chris

[Patricia]

Hello Love! Good to see you too! Yes been a while but still dealing with writers block. I write when I have something to say and don’t try to push it anymore, it was just making me crazy. Hugs!

[Chris Shaw]

Sending love across the waves. Hoping that blockage goes soon :)

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[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

a walk through the graveyard is a great way to appreciate and blessed you are to be alive.

[Patricia]

Thank you for reading and commenting Cowboy and yes I agree and appreciate the ones still with us.

[Robert Haigh]

Graveyard visits are always solemn occasions. Sad to see so many graves in a poor state of repair, but with the passing of each generation, old graves are virtually forgotten. A sad but poetic write!

[Patricia]

Thank you Robert for reading and commenting, much appreciated:)

[Lorry]

This is so full of vivid imagery and scents (I love the word petrichor and have been smelling it ever since what passes for summer in these here parts)
You've even made the smell of my fresh brewed coffee take the runners up spot today 😊☕😊

[Patricia]

Thank you Lorry and yes coffee is filling my senses as well :)

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

I like your fab viocab word choice in this, so poetic, and the muse superb to read wow! Kudos for a fine poem.


Plz also read and comment on any of my two newest poems as per your preference.

[Patricia]

Thank you kindly S. Very nice to meet you and yes I will visit your page and read as well, I always return the favor, sometimes a bit later because of commitments but I always do. See ya there soon :)

[Patricia Wedel]

Dear Patricia... the scent of words Bound on a shelf where
Scholars slept til Morning Bell... when Classes were held for
inquiring minds. We have had Health problems captured with Age;
however Books never age... they just gather knowledge to be read
when Time is called up Yonder. tenderly, Pat

[Patricia]

Thank you Pat, as always you comment with your gentle touch and yes pages of ink help to carry over those memories through the years.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Patricia… Books in Nooks… an over-stuffed Chair with a lovable Dog named Gruff… how many pages through the Ages have kept us aware of History. Keeping you at the Garden Gate with Hollyhocks and flocks of Geese on their way to where they are sequestered until Spring. tenderly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

I just read somewhere… “The air was ripe with the pleasant, dewy petrichor of the post-rain afternoon”. You have a Gift that keeps on Giving… tenderly, Pat