To This Day

March 12, 2012
By jmarks13 BRONZE, Weston, Connecticut
jmarks13 BRONZE, Weston, Connecticut
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A Stranger did come, one day long ago
And on my front door did she knock.
Little more than her name do I know.

But of me, so much more was asked.

And yet then as today all I have are the rake
And the plow with which I attempted to sow
Seeds of friendship; of love.

And hard indeed the work was.

Tending, Nurturing, Caring; the actions of my invitation.
Though rains of good will refused to flow,
I plowed on, with intrepid dedication.

To this day, the seeds have not grown,

Iridescent, blooming, flowers I hoped to see
However, the fruits of my labor have instead
Consumed a part of me.

A singular hope, and a stranger that still is.

For the fields of my heart lie fallow,
In wait. That some may take
Longer than others to bloom.

The author's comments:
Most art comes from failed romance, and this piece is no exception. I learned the hard way that sometimes you can do and say all of the right things, and it still may not be enough.

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on Apr. 5 2012 at 5:22 pm
Good imagery and great mood setting.

ajm33 said...
on Mar. 29 2012 at 7:24 pm
So Beautiful...


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