There He Kept a Garden

There He kept a garden deep in to his heart;

Planted with care & showered with passion,

There a blooming rose has been given her life’s start;

Glory dyed her tiny petals down his mansion

To her royal tenderness, Sunshine bows;

Stamping immortality to her unique fragrance,

Presenting it the bless of healing wherever flows,

And whenever does, flutters the reality of existence…

“Cupids Garden” painting by J.W. Waterhouse

There He kept a garden deep in to his soul;

And there the crowned rose spreads out her leaves

In a prayer: so never knocks his gates any fall,

And heavenly guardians keep his smile, so he never grieves,

For his smile was the only Spring, the only Sunshine;

Curing what life’s daggers had carved so deep,

His touches; some kind of divine wine

Willing to set life, in innocence, put in to its last sleep…

There He kept a garden deep in to his veins;

Where passion flows the most generous streams

Along with rare purity to wash out hard destiny’s stains;

Changing the darkest nightmares in to ever-green dreams…

There He kept a garden deep in to his mind;

Where blooms a story of loneliness with love he has

There He kept a garden stealing sight to gift it to the Blind;

HE: the Garden & the Gardener & Me: the only Rose I was…


45 thoughts on “There He Kept a Garden

  1. “There he kept a garden…There a blooming rose…” We know why a garden and love go hand in hand don’t we? 🙂 It has to be cared for, and nurtured. Beautiful Mira! xox

  2. I am SO looking forward to your next work of art. Your poems truly are art. You paint and sculpt with a pen and words. Such touching emotions that echoe so many people’s thoughts these days. I love coming here and reading them. Thank you so very much for sharing with all of us.

  3. Heart and soul…the veins and the mind…
    What a vivid description of the elements that comprise life. Also, love the integration of the paintings in your work – something I’ve seldom seen among poets…

  4. This poem is divine….you have a very unique style…Reading your poems can leave one breathless…

  5. Yep! When I go hunting for diamonds I know where to come. The rhythm of this may be your finest, for me – the melody of another you crafted might be more rich, but the rhythm here flows so well.

"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought & the thought has found its words"; I know mine's make no sun shines, but....YOU can tell better!

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