Garden Statues
by 
gard
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Posted: 22 January 2005 Word Count: 142 Summary: Changing this one still, firstish draft, though re-worked it a bit. Crits welcome! |
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Garden Statues
V2
Garden Statues
"Are you alive?" He asks
"I am dead" I reply.
Uneasy sleeps the garden
trees bare-boned and froze
icicles cling primitive
black ice-blizzard shrouded
and dead, dead-wood.
Beneath us on the earth
are giant burlesque hearts
carved in the virtuous snow
Drawn by gone-long ghostly day folks
stouted love-lines now closer to faded
and dead, dead-gone.
I wanted to ask if he feels
but he always seems so cold.
V1
"Are you alive?" He asks
"I am dead" I reply.
Uneasy sleeps the garden
trees bare-boned and froze
icicles cling primitive
black ice-blizzard shrouded
and dead, dead-wood.
But there burlesque hearts
carved in the virtuous snow
again and again grand visions
from gone-long ghostly day folks
stouted love-lines closer to faded
and dead, dead-gone.
I wanted to ask if he feels
but he always seems so cold.
V2
Garden Statues
"Are you alive?" He asks
"I am dead" I reply.
Uneasy sleeps the garden
trees bare-boned and froze
icicles cling primitive
black ice-blizzard shrouded
and dead, dead-wood.
Beneath us on the earth
are giant burlesque hearts
carved in the virtuous snow
Drawn by gone-long ghostly day folks
stouted love-lines now closer to faded
and dead, dead-gone.
I wanted to ask if he feels
but he always seems so cold.
V1
"Are you alive?" He asks
"I am dead" I reply.
Uneasy sleeps the garden
trees bare-boned and froze
icicles cling primitive
black ice-blizzard shrouded
and dead, dead-wood.
But there burlesque hearts
carved in the virtuous snow
again and again grand visions
from gone-long ghostly day folks
stouted love-lines closer to faded
and dead, dead-gone.
I wanted to ask if he feels
but he always seems so cold.
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