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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started to write poetry nine years ago, as a hobby. I have enjoyed that new venture very much. My preferences are for long and micro-form poetry styles. A first book of poetry ~ Reason Without Rhyme, was published in December 2013. A second book ~ Fifty Seven Pebbles, was published in September 2015...I am presently compiling the content for my third book. Thank you for visiting my Blog... COPYRIGHT: The entire copyright and content of this Blog belongs to the author Eileen T O'Neill. Nothing should be copied, reproduced or hosted as per RSS feed by any other party. {This particularly applies to the USA company Feedspot.com}

Wednesday, 19 June 2019

Gardens...


Nature’s earthy place of heavenly contentment
Hearts souls and minds find a lifestyle balance
Simply for feeling the earth’s soil beneath feet
Floral perfumes tantalise artists' imaginations
As they seek to replicate the blooming vistas
Where even weeds can transform loneliness
Such magnificence forms a place of placidity
An earthly paradise marked by individuality…

Eileen T O’Neill 19/06/2019

8 comments:

  1. Nothing more serene, peaceful and fulfilling than tending a garden. Interesting how each garden reflects the personality of the gardener.

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  2. This is a beautiful poem cultivating balance.

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  3. Gardens do bring about 'heavenly contentment'. So perfectly said. One of my neighbors has made their rooftop into such 'an earthly paradise'. Such a soothing sight for us. In my little space plants just happen on their own. Once I came back from a vacation to be surprised by a huge growth of tomatoes. Oh dear I couldn't believe my eyes and luck! Don't know how they came into being and sustained us.

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  4. even weeds can transform loneliness- that is profound!

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  5. Whata joy it is to have your own garden to have the flowers and vegetables beaming at you when you go to tend to them like new born babies!

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  6. It was hard to compete wuth father, uncles and aunts in our own garden after we got married, but it was fun and we found that yes we could produce good crops of vegetables and beautiful flower gardens too!

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  7. This is a lovely and tender piece. Love this line so much "even weeds can transform loneliness".

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  8. With that "earth beneath" one's feet, "even weeds can transform loneliness." I love how you invoke the scene and the scent.

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