Pencil Stubs Online
Reader Recommends


In The Dim Garage

By John I. Blair

In the dim garage the hibernating plants
Have sent up flower stalks
As if they know that spring is on the way.

There in the cold and dark
No food or water,
Birds or bees, no me,

Do they dream vegetative dreams
Of sunshine, moonbeams,
Honey-scented breeze?

Day after gloomy day,
Incarcerated on a bench,
Jammed in like deportees,

Any hope they find
Must lie deep within their genes,
Filed there age on age

Against the times when memory
Collapses in despair,
Overwhelmed by endless freeze.

2012 John I. Blair

Click on author's byline for bio and list of other works published by Pencil Stubs Online.


Refer a friend to this Poem

Your Name -
Your Email -
Friend's Name - 
Friends Email - 


Horizontal Navigator



To report problems with this page, email Webmaster

Copyright 2002 AMEA Publications