you and I toiled in our garden.
You piled leaves in rows,
(mounds of leaves like tombs
of Chinese Emperors.)
You watched me prune
the ravished peonies,
(leaves gnawed into lacy filigree
by a band of determined earwigs.)
I cut the canes into small pieces
that wouldn’t pierce the plastic bag.
Yesterday you culled the fruit,
(tomatoes that survived the frost)
Yesterday, when darkness folded in
upon the day and left our garden empty
You said Goodbye, said Good things
cannot last forever.
You closed the door behind you
when you abandoned us.
Today, I plant new seedlings,
pull knee-high weeds—
born of the seeds we fed the sparrows and the wrens.
Fresh nectar now awaits the hummers,
oriole’s bright flash of orange.
I find new life in garden’s gold,
taste hope within a budding rose
and nurture in earth’s fragrance.
Strength from within
unfolds in sunshine’s warmth.
The scent of flowering vines,
the touch of velvet petals,
all life has to offer,
will fill this dreadful void.
Still I await
the creaking sound of garden’s gate,
await your sweet return.
Today, for dVerse Poetics, Marina Sofia invites us to write to the theme: Shattering the World and Rebuilding It. I felt stuck in responding to this prompt (not that I’ve never had to go through this before) so I decided to choose a FICTIONAL poem that I wrote in 2010 or 2011 and write a response to it. Grateful to repeat that this is fiction.