Scribbles #49: Alms to the Garden Gnome






My heart is what it used to be before there was the hearth and fire,
It is chilled and like an abandoned home with the windows broken out;
Nobody comes and goes, the frost is on the ground and snow upon my thoughts.
I am like the forsaken, the lost, the broken,
Like the china doll without the arm,
Like the cast away.
Like the discarded garden gnome,
Who lies where nobody can find me,
In the wetlands and in the cold and dampness, in the winter of my soul.
I stood and watched him leave until he was over the knoll,
Disappearing, not looking back.
How I wanted him to at least look back,
He kept moving on and the snow birds kept their singing,
Mocking me in the irony of this pain.
I am the one who screams while the sparrows fly off from my window sill,
As love has been ended much too abruptly.
Like the china doll without the arm, feeling worthless.
Like the cast away.
Like the discarded garden gnome,
Who lies where nobody can find me.
I still go through the motions,
I take care of the beggars and tend to draftiness;
Of all that surrounding me.
It is a winter song that makes me cry today,
It is the crumbs of bread thrown out to feed the sparrows
That makes me sad,
I am so afraid and alone
As they don't have a clue,
Where the garden gnome lies
Or how deeply I grieve for the love faded.
I wish upon the snow covered trees that have listless boughs
A sorrowful and pitiful wailing,
I wish he might have a change of heart,
A renewed lighting in my hearth and fire...
I wish he could fix the china doll,
Search for the cast away... 
And send alms to the garden gnome.





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Comments

  1. pastormike

    wow! great work.. that is really moving…

    October 22, 2009
  2. VictoriaWV

    Thank you so much! Bless You…

    October 22, 2009
  3. kellie1979

    That is just beautiful!

    October 23, 2009
  4. VictoriaWV

    Thanks… I am glad you like it.

    October 23, 2009
  5. papabear

    that was beautiful and beautifully written,

    October 25, 2009
  6. VictoriaWV

    Thank you Papa… after reading yours, well, mine is dull by comparison… IMHO.

    October 25, 2009
  7. sharnsgarden

    That was lovely

    October 26, 2009
  8. VictoriaWV

    Thanks so much, Sharn. I always try to start my day by reading your work. I feel blessed.

    October 26, 2009
  9. Wheresmycoffee

    WOW, that was not only beautifully written, but thought provoking! NICELY DONE!

    October 26, 2009
  10. VictoriaWV

    Well that makes me so happy that you like the poem. Everybody was having so much fun with the subject but to tell you the truth… I thought it was the hardest assignment so far. Why? I think it has to do with how I saw the picture there… lying in the bog, totally forsaken.

    It just hit so close to home for me… about lost love(s) and being withdrawn… feeling some of the old kinds of feelings once again…

    So, does this make sense? LOL!

    October 26, 2009