fabrication

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you were my garden thriving in green

who could have known the seeds of weeds unseen

that you would appoint me love affairs to forget me

offering you endless women for you to see

all that while i thought you planted my plea

watching my flower beg and pry and plead

while there amidst our beautiful garden

grew a gigantic weed

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About echowood628

Let me start by saying I have been involved in creative endeavors my entire life. I began playing the piano at age two, composed my first song at age four, and ever since have spent almost every day spending hours allowing my fingers to dance across my keyboard. Composing music for the piano gave me a place to heal and find peace. An art major in college I focused on drawing and figure drawing and I also enjoy oil painting and watercolors. I have always enjoyed poetry and more recently started writing poems and enjoying the freedom and limitlessness of expressing my heart with paper and ink. I am divorced with two grown children. My daughter is a published author and my son is attending college majoring in zoology.
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3 Responses to fabrication

  1. ontheplumtree says:

    I love your poems and strong metaphors as always.

    • echowood628 says:

      niamh you are amazing and far too kind with my poetry…and you do so many things at one time…you have eight arms and eighty fingers…octopus…but that my dear friend is a gift from above…always…<3 hearts to you <3…

      • ontheplumtree says:

        I appreciate all you do, also…for being the beautiful, giving soul that you are.

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