There is a garden hard to find
Very few can reach it
Some like to call it divine
Or maybe an escape from anything too real.
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I have found my solitude that way. Lovely write, Leah. Thanks.
The poem is filled with serenity.. beautiful use of imagery. thank you for sharing.
This poem surprises. On one level it is very reassuring and creates in me the same mood the woman attains when she enters society at the end and wishes everyone had a similar place of withdrawal and respite. that makes a fully satisfying poem. But let me do some deconstructive surgery, so to speak. A poem like this is meant to lull the mind but you have two striking moments that alert the mind and displace the lulling mood: first, a gray day is happy because Y0U'RE SICK 0F THE SUN- You instead of she also implicates the reader in sun-sickness, and second, DREAMS BLEED in the garden (!) bleed to death? to oblivion? These are minor key notes in a major key poem and enrich its overall impact.
to bleed is to know you are alive.