ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

A LITTLE SOUL GARDENING - Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet.

When we escape the narrow cage, pull up our roots
and head for that distant hill
old memories take a walk back in time.

We were never good at forecasting history,
we received to many mixed messages,
to many random thoughts,
and we unleashed pain daily onto our psyches .

Music makes memories
but now that loving feeling has up and left,
and the music has stopped.
Perhaps in truth it was
for all that time merely an impersonator.

Things unknown await.
The sighing trees echo the sounds of my departing dreams.
The fallen garden leaves mimic my hopes -
discarded from the old
but hopefully replenishing the new.

This is lovely, Maureen!

I especially like this bit:

and the music has stopped.
Perhaps in truth it was
for all that time merely an impersonator.

The entire last verse is also very evocative!

You've set the bar high for us who follow!

Cheers
Shelley

You are too kind Shelley but I am pleased you like it

The garden makes an appropriately evocative metaphor, Maureen, especially (as Shelley says) in the last stanza.

Cheers
David

Thanks David - I am pleased that bit worked