POEM

Walk In My Garden

In this delicate necklace,
I tried to recreate the beauty of a garden,
Full of bright blooms and fresh green leaves,
Leaving out the dirt and mess.

It seems that my black thumb
Comes out even if the flower is just a bead,
Because my garden is full of blooms that clash
And leaves that look kind of dumb.

Please don't walk among these flowers,
For you will crush them,
And be left with nothing but glass shards,
Stringing it together took me hours.

No, I didn't make it blindfolded,
But there were other distractions,
TV and Internet and other shiny things,
So that is where the blame should be holded.

Maybe someone will dig deep,
And see it's inner beauty.
If you want to wear it on your neck,
It is yours to keep.