Deep inside this garden of souls lies the bones of a lifetime drowning in half-truths,
Of long and slowly forgotten days that were sadly beyond repair,
Of nights not unlike the darkest side of the moon

A few insignificant touches of the brush would be all that it took,
to make life go on as she thought that it should;
Unbroken and bright, the simple and small
while echoes of unwanted things filled the silent grey halls . . .

Of her Gothic cathedral, sadly visited by few, where three skeleton keys
were kept hidden from view
because life wasn’t meant to be that easy, and she kept it that way, anyway
maybe all the way

The tall stained-glass windows soaked with rays of the sun
kept the white light of truth from touching the soul of anyone, near or far,
it never really mattered
distance was never a fragile thing

Deep in this garden of souls lies the bones of my life, my blacks and my blues, and yes,
my oh-so-not-insignificant life
But you will know I was here by two things left behind
originally unwanted but in the sweet by and by
they would find . . .
You.
Somewhere
deep in Gethsemane
with two deep sunset roses nearby . . .

• Grimm says:

  November 17, 2009 at 10:19 am

  Hauntingly beautiful man. I absolutely love the imagery you use.

  Thank you so much for commenting on a post that is sure to scare many.
  This one comes from a place that I don’t often visit.
  I’ll leave it at that.
  Thanks again, Grimm
  ~m

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• Poetikat says:

  November 17, 2009 at 12:03 pm

  Beautiful and sad poem, Michael. I haven’t been here in some time, but I haven’t forgotten you.
  Today is the one year anniversary and it’s not so bad. There is peace.
  Thought you should know that it gets better, after they have left. You do recover.
  Kat

  I thank you so very much for reading this, Kat.
  Although I will never consider myself the poet that you are, I am humbled by your comment.
  I will see you over the next few days.
  Promise.
  ~m

  .-= Poetikat´s last blog ..Sorting through some old mementoes… =-.

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• anonymum says:

  November 17, 2009 at 3:57 pm

  I’ve had to read this numerous times in order to know what to say. Often the case when something touches me deeply, as this has.
  I will say I can feel the depths from which this came, and the myriad of emotions that went into it…
  Beautiful Michael…just beautiful…..

  Read this as many times as you would like.
  I think I edited it (and read it) 500 times before posting (and it still could be better . . . )
  I know you understand this for personal reasons.
  Something about being ‘family’ I guess . . .
  Thank you, Maureen, for seeing my sad heart.
  ~m

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• Lolly says:

  November 19, 2009 at 7:52 am

  I can only guess; but I’m sure this has much symbolic meaning for you and possibly an explanation meant for others. Then again, maybe not. For me, it’s cool that you create and share.

  As I said, this is a post from a place that’s very deep inside of me.
  Not many know of its true meaning.
  What’s important is that you liked reading it (even though it was a bit on the dark side)
  To be honest, I sometimes wonder if I even understand it.
  Tanks, kiddo.
  ~m

  .-= Lolly´s last blog ..HAPPY HALLOWEEN! =-.

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• enreal says:

  November 19, 2009 at 12:37 pm

  I was captivated from the first line… as I sat here I began to read these words aloud, haunting and beautiful, sad and dark… but that is not you, and it is within these words you planted roses… a perfect harmony… that my dear friend is you

  Incredible piece

  
  It’s always difficult to reply to a comment that hits a nerve.
  Being a poet, you ‘get’ this.
  As I said to Lolly, I’m not sure I even get it, if that makes sense.
  Have you ever written something that came from within that has baffled you?
  As I always say, I do not consider myself a poet.
  Poetic? Yes.
  A Poet? No.
  I guess I write what I write and that’s it.
  Your evaluation of Gethsemane simply makes me smile.
  Not much more I can say except, ‘thank you’
  ~m

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• nursemyra says:

  November 20, 2009 at 2:27 am

  the image you chose is so beautiful. is it yours?

  Not mine but it is beautiful.
  ~m

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• dumakey says:

  November 20, 2009 at 8:27 am

  Such a picture you paint with your words, shadows underpinned by hope, the lost by dreams.

  
  I like painting with my words. That you liked it let’s me know I’m in the right direction.
  Thanks so much, DK
  ~m

  .-= dumakey´s last blog ..The land of the living and the land of the past! =-.

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• Deborah Woehr says:

  November 22, 2009 at 10:50 am

  I love how you paint with words, Michael. My favorite passage of this poem was the part about the stained glass and the white rays of truth.

  Hope you and yours have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

  maybe I should have been a painter (house painter!)
  Thanks, Deb, and a blessed holiday to you and yours.
  ~m

  .-= Deborah Woehr´s last blog ..Scrapping NaNoWriMo This Year =-.

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• Octopup says:

  November 28, 2009 at 6:20 am

  Hey Michael, Thanks for a beautiful poem. Originally I was just going to say that this is a beautiful poem, that’s all I was going to say. As I read the comments I got the idea that this is about something deeper. Something very personal. All I can offer is that love never dies. It stays with us, watches over us, protects us and waits for us to join when it is our turn.
  Someone who can share something so beautiful, it would seem to me is someone with a beautiful heart. Thank you.

  PS. Don’t be modest about your poetry, someone who can write like this has no need to be modest.
  Cheers Op

  Sent you a personal reply, OP
  Thanks so much for dropping by and making my day.
  And you did.
  ~m

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