Keeping with this week’s Poetry Thursday theme, I decided to go to a place that truly inspires me. It’s not a physical place like a library or my kitchen. It is an inner place – just a word – Gratitude. I spent a lot of time there on Saturday. Over the course of the day, this poem revealed itself to me, lazily. A sentence here, a word there. When I was done, I realized I had captured my personal spiritual journey quite succinctly. It seems to flow best if read very slowly. The following is true.
Just You
I summered in your garden
before life happened
There, on the hill by the lake
There were no other gods yet
Just you
Your door, open
Love spilled out
across the grass
wetting roots
I did not drink deeply
there on the hill
Dark clouds gathered
for me
The voice of false gods
on the breeze
Outside the garden
a season of rain
Love’s compass fast
with rust
Empty circles turned
wearing grooves
And you waited for me
There, on the hill by the lake
The grass strong
in your garden
Above your door
welcome home
by D. Tkon Copyright 2006
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Dennis,
First off, thanks for stopping by my site! I appreciate the encourageing words. Keep coming by!
Now, to your poem. Absolutely stunning. This paragraph really touched a nerve.
"Outside the garden
a season of rain
Love’s compass fast
with rust
Empty circles turned
wearing grooves"
Reading it again just now gave me chills. You have a way of describing things so wonderfully; I am in awe.
GTD - Thanks for the kind words. I think its great when we find meaning in the words of others. Its one of the ways we connect. I'll definitely be stopping by again.
Gratitiude is a great place to be, you want it to last forever when you find yourself in it deeply. It's good to be grateful for something each day, it reminds you that life is a positive thing with so much to give you.
Thanks Dennis
I like the first line and the first stanza so much, and then it just gets better. Thank you!
Thanks for dropping by:-)
I too loved this part..
a season of rain
Love’s compass fast
with rust
At times it seems we grow older and colder so its nice to be warmed enough to feel gratitude..its almost humbling sometimes I think.
Cheers
Glenn
Hi,
I feel inspired by the imagery of this poem..
My favorite lines are in the first stanza...
I summered in your garden
before life happened
There, on the hill by the lake
There were no other gods yet
Just you
Thanks for sharing!
Cheers
abhay
"Outside the garden
a season of rain
Love’s compass fast
with rust"
Very nice read. Thanks for sharing. Nic
An absolutely romantic poem, Dennis. Passions spills everywhere!
Dennis, very, very nicely done, I loved the opening, "summering in her garden, before life happened"..youth moving towards maturity.."and you waited for me" lovely..thanks for stoppinng by..I will be back..m
Dennis,
A warm poem. You've created an image with the soothing quality of hope.
It's pleasing to read out loud, and as you say; slowly.
rel
Just beautiful! "And you waited for me
There, on the hill by the lake"
Isn't that the truth. The door is always open, isn't it?
Thank you for your visit.
Such a mystical and enchanting tone in this poem. There is something gentle about the forming clouds, the rain falling, the grass. Thank you for helping me remember that even in the midst of a storm, we all have a house by the lake.
Thanks everyone for stopping by and sharing your thoughts. It's wonderful to be a part of this community. I sincerely appreciate your kindness.
Dennis --
I enjoyed the read Dennis. Wonderful opening stanza.
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