Life aches crimson
Sears the skin
Touching each nerve
Kissing my thorns
Tears on petals
As lonely poppies fall
Into the garden of the impossible
So rich in colour
A place of dreaming
A place to imagine
A place of drowning
In violet ripples
As I cling
To this borrowed world.
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Written for Poetry Jam
Life From A Park Bench 
It feels like we share the exact same thoughts on life… loved your poem. Absolutely remarkable…!!
xoxo
I hope and believe that ‘the garden of the impossible’ is not only for the after life but that it can be brought about here and now.
Though ‘life aches crimson’ there is always hope – a place for dreaming and imagining!
We might not reach the ideal world but our striving towards it will lessen our ache…
Alan,
It is important to remember that the perfection we strive to only see in life, can be impacted by those thorny moments, which arrive from time to time. A garden can facilitate all occasions, thankfully…
Eileen
Too sad.
thanks to the poetic soul, the transport of escape and reverie is still possible in ponderings and writings; like this brilliant piece
have a nice Wednesday
much love…
I like this Alan. There is hope in striving for the impossible.
“the garden of the impossible” what an eloquent metaphor – one’s mind goes in so many fascinating directions. Awesome writing!
Wonderful images in your poem, Alan. I loved the idea of the “garden of the impossible” – perhaps a memory of the lost garden of Eden…