Japanese Tea Garden, a poem by Shelly Blankman at Spillwords.com

Japanese Tea Garden

Japanese Tea Garden

written by: Shelly Blankman


She sits alone in the Japanese Tea Garden,
this pocket of time, once an unblemished
jewel nestled in stone, a haven from human
touch, now marred by names of lovers long

parted, carved In cacti and rock walls that will
never heal as hearts do. She clasps her hands
as if in prayer for a phantom caller, while her
heart ticks away the sunlight and grows cold

as stone. Koi sparkle in the sun-kissed pond,
rippling in random orbits, stirring the silence in
gentle splashes, drifting among others without
ever touching. And she knows she is not alone.

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