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Turning over a new leaf

Turning over a new leaf
Lay my garden, in blossoms bedecked,
Fragrance enchanting, the eyes delighted.  
But come hither, and low bend,
Thou shalt see the weeds needing attend
In yesterday’s glory, adorned the day,
In my mind, the trophies, lined up lay.
But come hither, and closely do watch,
The squandered minutes, moments way below notch.

When the pr*cks come peeping through the Velvet sky,
Into my garden, stroll I, gazing, but yet not gazing, at the fireflies whizzing by.
Laying my head back, thoughts set free…
Unto the sky do they fly beaming with glee.
Does yield, that state, ecstatic,
A promise loud, with conviction: ascetic.
Of tending and heralding an apotheosis
To liberate my garden and day from weed and disease.
To render the fragrance, from weed’s stench unsullied,
To deliver action, to render the trophies multiplied.

Come dawn; come, the time to fulfil,
Come the time to, the barren land till.
The cogs and wheels do move, not to walk down a path new,
But turn back, and roll and roll, into the felonies of yesterday, never to construe…
Refused dawn, the leaf in sick decay lay,
Never to turn over, and receive hope’s ray.  
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Poetry.com 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Susan Leslie More than 1 year ago
a walk back in time in History , comforting
Yvonne's Poetry More than 1 year ago
i agree
Brionna Davis-Reyes More than 1 year ago
The language was entertaining! I enjoyed it.
Yvonne's Poetry More than 1 year ago
i agree
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