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Date Posted: 12:27:08 10/12/02 Sat
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: webcacheM07b.cache.pol.co.uk / 195.92.194.17
Subject: Re: Walled Garden
In reply to: Dr.P 's message, "Walled Garden" on 11:23:12 10/06/02 Sun

An intriguing poem, in which I felt a voyeur. I particularly liked the lines

'Intoxicating smells of sugared petals.
Colours so bright, drunken thoughts became bold words,'

and then in the last stanza

'my heart unsweetened melts'

The imagery effectly carries through the convey the conflicting emotions.

Much enjoyed.

Raphaela

> A world apart inside those walls heavy with
> Intoxicating smells of sugared petals.
> Colours so bright, drunken thoughts became bold
>words,
> As beautiful as the flowers, but lost in memories.
>
> Never to bloom again I ask, was romance for real,
> Or just the calm of the sun that day where
> No-one could see us we thought, the excitement of
> Secrets , though watched, now passed with evening.
>
> I loved her then as though it meant everything
> But I could have felt nothing, another day,
> If the garden hadn't held me up to my weakness..
> The pursuit of perfect stories, perfect endings.
>
> Honeyed petals anywhere, now take a secret part
> Of my soul away, my heart unsweetened melts
> Then afterwards leaves me bitter and mournful.
> These moments just don't happen twice...for me at
>least.

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