Island of Lost Gardens
And yet there l sat, lost in thought and pregnant pause,
The significance of moments in time from afore,
Ghostly shadows of remembrance haunting me like squalls,
That threaten drying pastures begging for more,
Looking out amongst the voiceless and silent ruins,
Tumbledown remnants of a once lively secret paradise,
Now just wild with the imaginative essence of all lost gardens,
And filled with yesterday’s gentle whisperings and lies,
Like watching spilled canvasses, or unbottling of chained memories,
Forgotten traces of the dusts of discarded and broken times,
Runaway rainbow tears falling gently and caressing treacheries,
The islands’ sorrow filled heart seeing between the lines,
And there quietly looking out on yesterdays’ romantic garden,
Times of softest memory floating dreamily away,
Blurred visions, and questions of ‘how did this happen?’
Is life nothing more than broken promises and decay?
With lazy bullets in my skull and a handful of shattered rocks,
And hidden and faceless sunsets running manically wild,
The gardens’ invisible surreal faces of upturned clocks,
Finally allow me to see, yesterdays’ adult and tomorrows’ child.
© Rory Matier 2012
Beautifully done! Thank you so much for sharing! 💞
Thank you. 🙂
You’re welcome. 😊
Lovely poem Rory. ❤️✌️
BY FOR NOW
This was breathtaking!
Thank you 🙂
This is so moving and beautifully written :O) x
Glad you liked it – you have a lovely day 🙂
You too :O) x
A beautiful poem!
Lovely poem and pictures to go with it. You’re a man of many talents.
Thank you Li, l try my best to turn and try my hand at many things 🙂
The photos speak a lot of emotions alreay; but your poem has spoken words of greater and bigger feelings
Well l am glad you liked it and it said something to you 🙂