__[Gardener]__
_/ ˈɡɑɹd.n̩.ɚ/, /ˈɡɑɹd.nɚ /_
One who gardens; one who grows plants
or cultivates a garden
I had the sight to foreshadow the coming rain…
the saturated drink of bottled-up sadness
—while longing to touch with eyes
Magnetized and mesmerized; smitten by
the coming storm of love… Oh how one does look
forward to the rain, as the cool of day- as droplets
dance on the shoulders of a raincoat
Perhaps in this long and overachieved drought
these feelings are like desert rains divine
precious liquor of life, upon my eyes parched sands
Growing out beautiful violets, from once violent gales
still in my eyes fruitless lands- I glance at you, my
delicate flower. For the yearn and crave— a heart
able, available, and willing to water your garden with
the words of raindrops gossiping about us,
_“pitter and chatter”_
Is it not a comforting sound?
Jul 16, 2024
Jul 16, 2024 at 7:07 AM UTC
__[Gardener]__
_/ ˈɡɑɹd.n̩.ɚ/, /ˈɡɑɹd.nɚ /_
One who gardens; one who grows plants
or cultivates a garden
I had the sight to foreshadow the coming rain…
the saturated drink of bottled-up sadness
—while longing to touch with eyes
Magnetized and mesmerized; smitten by
the coming storm of love… Oh how one does look
forward to the rain, as the cool of day- as droplets
dance on the shoulders of a raincoat
Perhaps in this long and overachieved drought
these feelings are like desert rains divine
precious liquor of life, upon my eyes parched sands
Growing out beautiful violets, from once violent gales
still in my eyes fruitless lands- I glance at you, my
delicate flower. For the yearn and crave— a heart
able, available, and willing to water your garden with
the words of raindrops gossiping about us,
_“pitter and chatter”_
Is it not a comforting sound?
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