Imagine
Imagine there's gardens no more
Imagine they all fade away
Imagine no place for flowers
Imagine benches gone to stay
Imagine all the tears there'd be
Sad, like a lover went away
Like sitting in a vacant lot
Even the sun cries now and then
Buckets of tears old Sol does shed
Imagine where we'll be playing
Imagine the gray and the mud
Imagine stretching heads above
Imagine goo behind the pub
Imagine our garden no more
What will there be to take its place
I don't want to know where minds share
When this cheerful garden does fade
I'm crying with the rest, the best
You took me in, a flower wild
Imagine
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Imagine benches gone to stay
Imagine all the tears there'd be
Sad, like a lover went away
Like sitting in a vacant lot
Even the sun cries now and then
Buckets of tears old Sol does shed
Imagine where we'll be playing
Imagine the gray and the mud
Imagine stretching heads above
Imagine goo behind the pub
Imagine our garden no more
What will there be to take its place
I don't want to know where minds share
When this cheerful garden does fade
I'm crying with the rest, the best
You took me in, a flower wild
Imagine
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/12/just-one-last-word-imagine.html?m=1
"Imagine there's gardens no more". Bad grammar but that is what I feel.
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Again I had to sneak away from Sabbatical to write. I did get caught but forgiving is good here and punishment is light.
I hope to be able to comment more, my guard went to sleep again.
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You flaunt the word 'imagine' beautifully Jim, all at the right places. There are things imaginable not rightly forthcoming and we crave for them!
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I hope we are never without gardens. Earth tries so hard to heal herself, whatever we do to her. Hope you have lovely holidays, Jim.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite words are “you took me in” ~~~ I feel that way too.
ReplyDeletePoets United and dVerse are nice "gardens" but nothing will ever replace The Imaginary Toads :)
ReplyDeleteThe final couplet makes this poem! Very thought-provoking.
ReplyDeleteAw, your last lines! Adore. No one is going anywhere, just not gathering in our usual spot.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas, Jim!!!!
That is the problem. just when you are feeling comfortable you find the blog site is going to fold. How well you express my feelings too Jim. The prompts were always a challenge as well as a delight.
ReplyDeleteIt was wonderful getting to know some of the folks in the garden. But I believe we'll still see each other hopping around in cyberspace.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely... and I hope we will find new gardens, new ponds to meet. All this places are great to meet.
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