The Garden *more poemey* (comment/critique)?

Cilla

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So I broke it up, added, subtracted and this was the product.

Girl sits in the dusty
remnants of a garden.
Holds the last flower
-never more -
just this.
Shattered diamonds pool
in her lap
as her dumbfounded
open eyes take in the reminder
(what she never deserved).
The garden.
Planted with conspicuous intent.
On a hillside,
near a beaten path,
illuminated a quarter of the day by the eastern sun.
This never was a good place for a garden.
The last flower
once a companion of roses,
flax, tulips, lilies,
beauty beyond and color -
she plucks its last breath.
Corolla and petals in the pool
of shattered diamonds.
The last one gone -
garden dust the only company wanting to keep her
she lies down.
-Sleeps.
Stem and lonely stamen rest
on her chest like arms folded.
Hillside,
trodden path,
Eastern sun burns,
dirt garden.
 
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