gazing at flowers in my faded floral dress
maybe we make a poem in this public garden
fading to future fading, addressed
and the skies are fading too
into a watered silk blue near the hyacinths
as they are fated to.
yet, they are new oh watershed
within my heart,
fresh fountains flow
and not as in Dowland.
if you knew brief casual passersby
the freshness of the gardens there...
but you are unaware
and see if you see at all
just one in an old dress shrinking
among bright roses
and perhaps feel irritable
at the contrasts.
mary angela douglas 28 august 2018/rev. 4 december 2018
maybe we make a poem in this public garden
fading to future fading, addressed
and the skies are fading too
into a watered silk blue near the hyacinths
as they are fated to.
yet, they are new oh watershed
within my heart,
fresh fountains flow
and not as in Dowland.
if you knew brief casual passersby
the freshness of the gardens there...
but you are unaware
and see if you see at all
just one in an old dress shrinking
among bright roses
and perhaps feel irritable
at the contrasts.
mary angela douglas 28 august 2018/rev. 4 december 2018
