I'm on a roll, folks - found another one. For your delectation!?

A Garden is a Lovesome Thing


A Sonnet





Lingering evening sunlight paints shades


Of purple on the encumbered west wall.


Honeysuckle slumbers as light fades


And dog-tired roses yawn at night fall.


This age-old ritual of petals closing


Heralds the stirring of underfoot things;


Ants patrolling, ladybird’s vain posing,


The hum of midges’ helicopter wings.


Absent-minded snails trail silver kisses,


A drunken and dozy home-coming bee


Dive-bombs a closing flower – and misses.


A thrush laughs in his nest high in a tree.


A garden is a place of great delights,


Even after God turns off the lights.

I'm on a roll, folks - found another one. For your delectation!?
And I wonder why I even try. Grannyjill, I'm awed at your talent, brought low by your spectacular words. Even now I'm letting out the breath I held as I read your poem, even now I'm longing for a garden, a sanctuary, perhaps to be lost in, or perhaps to find another...





Thank you and blessed be.
Reply:I would answer


with a sonnet,


but my form


is not that grand.





Instead I say


I long to live


in this, your


enchanted land.





A place of peace,


and harmony


for a moment will


put me in awe


of the great thrall,


the art of Grannyjill.
Reply:Oh, now this I like very much! Bravo, master of the poem!
Reply:Great job. Sonnets are my absolute favorite thing to write. If you get a chance, read some of John Donne's sonnets, he's incredible. They are religious but regardless, his talent is impeccable.





Your iambic pentameter is spot on:)
Reply:beautiful.