The Bloomfield Poetry Circle
M. Renee Taylor
‘Twas supposed to be
just a one shot deal.
Share my tribute
poem, and away I’d steal.
But two dozen
Quietly attended the
words of not one but two poems I
I felt safe revealing
my feelings in their caretaking.
Their eyes reacted to
my verbal images,
nodded at phrases placed to
Then they charmed me
with their emotions and imagination,
Tossing their poems’
honest words and phrases with
A rare safe haven for
an extraordinary everyday
Whose courage rises
to the needs of a poetic avocation.
They’ve already had a
good effect on me,
For another poem from
my mind is suddenly set free!
The Enchanted Garden
by M. Renee Taylor
By day she tends the enchanted
As his spirit hovers near,
And once again her heart knows peace
Instead of weariness or tears.
Wind and sun upon her face,
Working in the rhythm of this place,
She creates this prayerful space,
A bridge for eternity to trace.
To heal herself and honor his life,
She inspires rich colors in stately
roses to bloom,
And plans even more, hoping there's
Far from the outside world's strife.
Birds and butterflies and bees
gently pass her by.
Neighbors, that life with her do
share this precious home,
That love has built, where time
From which she gains her strength
and so shall ne’re long roam.
As she nightly passes out her garden
His lamppost's warm glow,
Falls softly on the roses below,
A beacon and a symbol of their time
together, a memento.