Non-Erotic Poetrywhispers through the frostwhispers through the frost
I awoke to find a freeze
had hurried late at night
before I said goodbye
to summer's shining end--
unprepared,
I find the gold hydrangea leaves
hang sadly limp and dry,
yet close to ground remained bright flowers
persistent, ready to defy
a closing heart,
they whispered through the frost to me:
shiver if you must,
but keep your petals warm--
cling to hope, remember beauty--
believe the promise borne;
your soul abounds, already ripe with summer seeds.
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LOOKING FOR THE REAPER
but not his cousin Grim. TK U MLJ LV NV
One of your best
You write brilliantly spring glad to see this mentioned in the poetry forum 5ed
Beautiful language, uplifting message. This would be a delightful poem to hear. There's an abundance soft sounding consonants in the first stanza which to my mind set a soft mood. The first 3 lines of the second stanza turn the narrative and, I think, the reader's attention, with harsher sounding consonants before "they whispered through the heart to me" and the concluding stanza.
This is all so subliminal. I don't know to what extent it was intuitive or deliberate on your part, but the way you combined sound with structure made it more than "just another flower poem" for me.
I also liked the inverted pairing of "promise born." Perhaps for that reason, I'm not convinced "your soul abounds" was necessary.
Delightful poem, SpringBreezes, just delightful.more...
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