The Writers' Circle

Thanks Bobchoi - I must admit this is the most manufactured poem I have ever attempted in the sense that I thought hard about every word and meaning instead of just letting it pour out like usually happens and in doing so it has lost its flow and fluency - which is fine because its how we learn - funnily enough I still really like it.  Basically its a retired man - hence his step is slower and days no longer mark time in the way the routine of a job creates that feeling - he's walking his dog at the start of spring noticing the wonderful changes around him and how people put so much effort into their gardens - this creates the metaphor for life in general and the natural pattern of recreation which in his youth he believed would happen with him and his wife - hence the promises she made - but unfortunately as happens with some people they could not have children (innocence lost) which has left a sad pool of emptiness between them - not necessarily forcing them apart but just always there 'unsaid' - the puppy is a kind of replacement and as I discovered when I first had my dog they love destroying gardens which is why his actual garden is bare of any flowers (as well as reflecting no children) and the treasure of a single bud breaking through is quite significant.
As always I'm just pleased you took the time to read and comment.