Poem: Therapist Garden by Mark Tulin

I have a garden

full of baldheaded,

bifocaled therapists

with sofas, chairs

and shelves of esoteric books.

I water them once a day

with my problems and concerns,

fertilize them

with plenty of pain

and angst.

I make sure

they have sufficient sunlight

to jot down notes,

and plenty of space to say:

What would you

like to talk about?

And, that’s all the time

we have today.

I prune the issues

I worked through,

weed the therapists

who lose their


and compost

all my childhood



I am an author, poet, humorist, and short story writer from Palm Springs, California. I write about various topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia to my years as a family therapist and finally to my soul-searching in California. These are poetic narratives that may have humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

15 comments on “Poem: Therapist Garden by Mark Tulin

  1. The garden is very beautiful and your poem both clever and funny.
    U.k. Does not have a big tradition on going to therapists so we know more from reading
    literature from e.g. U.S 😊

  2. Beautifully expressed. There are good and bad therapists. If you are lucky you get a good one, sometimes a friend can help too, but we walk alone in life and the wisest of us are gardeners of our souls.

  3. Such a unique and funny personification….

  4. Love the line about composting our childhood memories. They do seem to color the rest of our days, for good or ill. I’ve never been in therapy, though probably should have at different times in my life. But your poem does capture that ironic sense of the process I’ve gathered from seeing it acted out in movies and such.

  5. alienpoet

    Love the way you compared the personal feel with beautiful imaginary garden

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