Yet another poem of mine was published on Atop the Cliffs: and this poem is 99% original content!

(The other 1% is an allusion to The Garden by HP Lovecraft).

I believe there’s one more poem that I submitted to the website that will be published…sometime or other in the future. After that, I suppose I will have to get back to writing some more poetry.

And so without further ado, here is my latest opus of verse, Cultivation.

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Cultivation by Larsen Halleck

Outside a window a garden lies

In it childish mirth rings out

From labor I break, to my feet I rise

And through the portal, I view for a bout

Dicots bloom, innocence plays, tabula rasas without fret

I watch them, juxtaposed with flowers,  I am reminded of triumph and regret

To the right blooms a crimson rose, screaming red passion to infinite views

Beneath my eyes strains passion’s fruit: the long-for labored ferric thews

White magnolia dances in the breeze, as I once danced with maiden fair

Orange poppies speak of hard-won reward, but more than blossoms are there

Gazing upon dying stalks

Conjures chances sorely lost

Away from my shame I quickly walk

But forever on my soul embossed.

To the left a bramble, to the right a thorn

That, lost wages, this, loves unborn

A crushed bloom, like young elan, through herbaceous squalor barely gleams

And beside it stands the dying rose, leathery petals fall like forgotten dreams

Infancy gone, the cultivars silent, and yet from this place, I cannot start

The blooms are memories, victories, regrets

The garden is my heart.

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If you liked that, check out the rest of my poetry on this website or on Atop the Cliffs. Also read Atop the Cliffs for more poetry by some other fine writers.