I agree with the other comments, fantastic imagery and definitely read into a sensual vibe as well.  I very much enjoyed it

My one recommendation is you use beautiful in one form or the other maybe a few to many times. Perhaps find other synonyms so it doesn’t get repetitive 

Is it possible you mean 'preternatural' rather than 'prenatural'?

What is ironic about life being lively or a garden being bountiful?  I'm not sure there is any way for the reader to understand what is meant to be ironic.

I really like the use of 'bloom' in "return again, next bloom".  It implies a cyclicity that is not hinted at in the rest of the poem and forces me to rethink everything else as something that you expect to recur (and which may have happened before).  This turns all of the talk of firsts and precedents (e.g. "most bountiful anyone has ever seen", virgin, sprouting, despoiling) hyperbolic in a really interesting way.


I was gonna comment the same thought, the word that seemed by far most out of place was "ironic." 

Ironic, isn't it?
Not really, from what I can tell from limited context. 

But maybe I don't even understand that word either. 

I could be reading this completely wrong but this is a sensual poem to me. The word "virgin", asking to "despoil my garden", "planted inside me" and then the concept of blooming as a metaphor for what I'm not exactly sure but I'm getting a sexual vibe. Nothing overt or crude, in fact I may be projecting, but I like that. It's subtle and small and asks to be analyzed rather than yelling the meaning in the reader's face.


The only thing I'm confused about is when you mention irony. I'm not sure why it's ironic so I get stuck there for a moment.



Thanks for sharing! (Sorry if I sexualized your work!)

Woah. That's some serious imagery. Normally, I hate nature poems but I dunno.....You have this way of wrapping some idea around behind the words, so I don't have to go fishing to find what you mean

This spring, my garden is the most bountiful anyone has ever seen.     
The budding life is lively and glowing with preternatural beauty.     


Ironic isn’t it?    
That I have planted these budding beauties, for you.     


Channeling my ever-bursting joy that has since been planted inside me.     
Sprouting into virgin feelings, into these beauties,     
In your name.     



Take whatever catches your eye.    
Despoil my garden.    
Take only the most beautiful, it’s what you deserve.     
Just remember to return again, next bloom.     



https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8295s4/what_if/dvavjev/
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/82i587/in_your_element/dvaunyl/


Bloom