The Lady in the Garden and the Monday Morning Man

Utah JayStarred Page By Utah Jay, 5th Mar 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/ez8goobi/
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This is poetry about music and love, the time of seasons coming together and the dream that never dies.

The Lady in the Garden and the Monday Morning Man


The Lady in the Garden and the Monday Morning Man

She came in the evening years
moving, like she lived
in that singled moment,
that spied sound
that was sung in the long ago.
She is the music,
that frail bright light that glows
when time grows
lucky enough for one
to hear her,
to see her golden body,
tall and beautiful.

She Stands Above the Flora


See…She
stands above the flora

in the evening time,
like a picture painted cool
as a summer breeze.
She is a thinning ghost
in the eyes of most,
a thinning smile
soft as the haze
of long remembered days
.

This is Her Grace



This is her grace
, you see,
her unawareness,
like her love of flowers
folded flat in children’s books,
the way her soft little smile
shuts away the lonely days.

He Came Like a Sunday Caller



He came like a Sunday caller
on Monday morning, yet,
he was secure in his thoughts,
his life held above the fog
and yet lost within the muffled sounds
of passersby.

That Silent Space


He is that silent space
held between the lines

we sometimes find
in church hymn books.
That strong, but quiet sound
that comes
when the wind
is combed through trees.

He Steps Softly


He steps softly
in her garden fair
where her little green sprout-lings grow,
tulips and daffodils
and together they walk
the love lines long trail
as their eyes
were made for dreaming.


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Flower Garden, Flower Gardening, Flowers, Love, Love And Desire, Love And Soul, Love Never Dies, Love Poem, Love Poetry, Love Story, Lovers, Music, The Seasons, The Sound Of Music, Time, Timeless

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author avatar Utah Jay
I have been writing since the beginning of time it seems, not because I want to write, but because I have too. My favorite form of writing is poetry, all kinds and types of poetry.

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author avatar Carol Roach
5th Mar 2015 (#)

He steps softly
in her garden fair
where her little green sprout-lings grow,
tulips and daffodils
and together they walk
the love lines long trail
as their eyes
were made for dreaming.

beautiful love that defies or endures time

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author avatar Dawn143
5th Mar 2015 (#)

What a beautifully writ poem. I sighed when I read it! Lovely and breath-taking! Thank You!

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author avatar Retired
5th Mar 2015 (#)

Ah, to be slender, meandering among garden blooms with another.

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author avatar Utah Jay
5th Mar 2015 (#)

Thanks Carol, and I know that somewhere there is someone for everyone...

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author avatar Utah Jay
5th Mar 2015 (#)

Thank you so much Dawn, so nice to see you.

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author avatar Utah Jay
5th Mar 2015 (#)

Thanks LeRain, and remember, love is a one size fits all kind of thing.

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author avatar Kingwell
6th Mar 2015 (#)

Beautiful!

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author avatar Retired
6th Mar 2015 (#)

Very Beautiful!

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author avatar Utah Jay
6th Mar 2015 (#)

Thanks Kingwell and Carmen

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