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.


Written for Poetry Jam

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10 Responses to Borrowed

  1. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    It feels like we share the exact same thoughts on life… loved your poem. Absolutely remarkable…!!

  2. Gabriella says:

    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.

  3. Mary says:

    Though ‘life aches crimson’ there is always hope – a place for dreaming and imagining!

  4. Sumana Roy says:

    We might not reach the ideal world but our striving towards it will lessen our ache…

  5. 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…


  6. Gillena Cox says:

    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…

  7. peggygoetz says:

    I like this Alan. There is hope in striving for the impossible.

  8. Wendy Bourke says:

    “the garden of the impossible” what an eloquent metaphor – one’s mind goes in so many fascinating directions. Awesome writing!

  9. jammy7000 says:

    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…

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