Over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads,
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| Kay Davies photo, May, 2014 |
I have used some of the words from the fifth stanza of the song in my poem today, my first poem since we left for our European travels earlier this month.
It's good to be back in the Imaginary Garden, with friends such as Marian. I love to travel but I find it more and more exhausting. The Imaginary Garden is soothing to me, and good for my soul.
Accompanying my poem is a photo of what would be my front garden if I were a gardener at all, but I'm not. Our ornamental crabapple blooms faithfully every May, however, and brings me great joy.
I’m the someone who loved you so
when bluebirds sang "There's no place like home."
I’m the someone who loved you so
but you began to taunt me so.
What happened, love, where did you go,
taking the heart that loved me so?
Kay Davies, May, 2014
5 comments:
That is the big question, how someone who loves us can stop, or withdraw that love, or leave. Good one, Kay - spectacular blossoms!
Nothing more beautiful than a tree gone wild with blossoms! Your poem of love and loss is the perfect accompaniment.
It is tiring to travel, Kay. I do not really like it much, but that's just me! I am so happy to be home with cats and wild animals. The duck are nesting in my new wood duck box, too! And 5 phoebe eggs!
Glad you are back to routines and we can enjoy your poetry!!!!
Luv,
Jenn
Such a beautiful tree...Your poem plays my heartstrings with melancholy..nothing hurts like love that lets go.
Your poem goes so well with the photo. Both are beautiful.
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