Part 1: http://www.behindtheseen.me/2015/07/a-trip-back-in-time-part-1.html
Part 2: http://www.behindtheseen.me/2015/07/a-trip-back-in-time-part-2-dancing.html
Part 3: http://www.behindtheseen.me/2015/07/a-trip-back-in-time-part-3.html
To conclude my four-part trip back to my 8th grade writing portfolio (at least for now… and at some point my treatment from when I was around seven for an adaptation of Beauty and the Beast called Beauty and the Martian -- which I suspect might have been for one of those living room plays with my brother -- might have to make an appearance on this blog….), another poem from my apparently brief time as a poet:
The Garden of Life
By Jessica Pollack
Life is like a perennial
garden,
Where youthful shades of
light mint share space
As they melt into deep kelly
green…
Where, whether flower or
weed, plants
Bathe joyfully in warm
sunlight
Or gentle cool spring rain.
No matter,
My garden is constantly
growing,
Full of life.
One day, an aging flower may
Weep, sadly dropping
faded-petal tears,
Whispering of lost times,
secret wishes,
Goals not met,
disappointments,
Hopes long gone, forever
lost.
Yet soon a hidden blossom
bursts
Forth in a rainbow of color,
And shouts aloud to me,
Scolding me for forgetting
that
Other seeds breed new
possibilities,
New growth, surprising
bursts of color and joy.
So when one plant sickens or
ages
Or is choked by weeks of
neglect,
Or simply fades slowly and
naturally into yesterday,
I can still wander through
the recesses of my mind,
And find new seeds, plant
new plants.
My garden is full of today,
And the promise of tomorrow.
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