the garden

come to my garden,
let me show you the way...
walk in my footstep,
like the shadow, i am!

the day is fading away.
can you smell the parfumof ether,
exoctic flowers rotten to the core,
each one with a bleeding heart!

feel the thorn of the dying rose,
getting each night,
a little deeper...
another fading passion...

moon reflecting on white lillies,
feeding on my tears...
my flesh turning into ashes...
the earth fed with the salt of my being!

can you see the flashing colours?
blinding your innocent eyes...
your feets slowly going into the ground,
buried into the garden of my perverted mind!

my perversion of today,
my innocence of tomorrow!
my garden is eternity,
filled with corpses of memories...

copyright,H.Naudet.
 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

1 of my favorite place....
When i am lost/ Alone

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Karyn Indursky's picture

I've been through my own garden; very much like yours. I'd rather bathe beneath the sun in beauty and feel the power of life's wonderful blessings though. Maybe, some day we can walk a more pleasant stroll and with company.

poetvg's picture

lovely work keep it up :*)

Lola Margot's picture

I know this poem very well..Read my QUIET PLACE it kinda resembles this one...*smiles*. I saw your A to Z poem posted in the random but I kinde prefer this one. Margot is your ID and Margot in my pen name after Lola. Nice read. is your favorite number 6? Just asking coz you only posted six poems. Make it in pair, add another six because you write good stuff. Keep writing.

Misty Lackey's picture

a good way with words, I can see this one getting published. you should send this poem off to several places. this poem just catches the eye. draws a lot of images too.

MARGOT's picture

to someone like you resurrectedpoet, i would take it as a compliment to be a idiot, considering it takes one to know one... as for the Ape, you should know this is where you come from in the first place....we are all monkey, in this case, just a difference of colour.


Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.       

Resurrected Poet's picture

Are you some kind of idot? And did one of your parents have a freak accident with an ape and produce YOU? Just asking........ DUMBASS!

Ray Fremont Jr.'s picture

you have a very strong and distinct voice to go along with strong and distinct imagry. This is evident in all of your poems, especially this one. I really enjoyed your work.