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The Garden

a poem

By Gabriel HuizengaPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
a bruised day's light

There is a garden for the faded things

(this is where all wistful thinking springs)

And the longer I live, the greater it grows -

How well I know now, it's where every moment goes.

*

I watch a bruised day's light, aching, recede

Seeing all scenes sink, as fallen seed

to sleep beyond time in imaginary beds

lying in wait in the lost corners of our heads.

*

Someday, I vow, I shall reap from that field

And lavish in untold warm, full yield;

Til then I've but hope, and a cold morn's rise

to harvest as these drifting, fading memories' prize.

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About the Creator

Gabriel Huizenga

Twas for love of words that I first joined this site:

Poetry, especially, and dear short stories too;

For to live one's best is to read, and to write!

So find me in words here, and I'll find you 💙

Thanks for stopping by! :)

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  • Komalabout a month ago

    Lovely! I really liked how “faded things” and “falling seeds” feel alive yet gentle. Super nostalgic and calm! 💖

  • JBaz2 months ago

    Damn Gabriel, this is stunning in every way. Wistful thoughts and feelings flow through your words like a cozy day by the fire.

  • Rachel Deeming2 months ago

    Gabriel, I loved this: its subject matter, the soft imagery you chose and the gentle cadence of the rhyme. It's thoughtful, a little mournful, a little hopeful, all combined into a wistfully delivered little package.

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