Garden of Poetry

Poetry by Daniel F Mitchell

Embodiment of Perfection
Sometimes Forever Never Comes
A Distant Rose

Master of the Day

I am master of the day.
I am lord of all I survey.
The world is my subjugation.
I am a god in my own way.
My designs I cannot Suppress.
My yearnings I cannot redress
With anything but creation.
My passion is akin to madness.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

Where I Am Sown

Blessed be the flower of hope;
That sprouts roots in any soil,
With all weather willing to cope,
To reap the reward of toil!

I will feast on any table.
I will grow what can be grown.
I will bud as I am able.
I will bloom where I am sown.

~ Daniel F Mitchell