Still learning many things
from peculiar-colored flowers
planted in the afternoon.
Garden Orchestra sounds
the daisy-gong too soon.
fields of geese none lie in,
constant feeling something’s missing.
Palace, overrun with weeds.
Repose and read but don’t go to seed.
© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved
This poem is writted for D’Verse’s Monday Quadrille #129 A Curiosity of Poems. Our host, WhimsyGizmo, asks us to explore the word curious and create a 44 word poem. Join us.
I read Alice and Wonderland when I was seven years old, in the garden behind our house. It’s a tale that always comes to mind, as it did yesterday, strolling the gardens of the Nymphenburg Palace here in Munich. The gardens have been closed since October and just recently reopened to the public. I was surprised to see how much the weeds had grown-up, the flower beds just being planted as I guess the gardeners were also not working during the lockdown. Still, it was great to walk, repose, and read a bit even in the odd garden. Here is my quadrille combining the two things.