The evening sun burned a trail in furrowed clouds,
warming brackish waters with refulgent glow.
Birds alighted from their nests under twilight’s shroud
Swishing their tails as westerly winds sailed low.
Then I heard her laughter like a running fountain,
Cascading on the wind and dying with a sigh.
In that moment of rapture, a familiar strain
bubbled to my heart’s surface, and fell with a cry:
Why does love bloom and die like mimosa in spring?
Pray, am I a misfit saddled with flickering charm?
Like the evanescent sun, what heat may I bring
Till darkness of tedium wipes daydreams with its arm.
‘Hold thy breath,’ to the mocking winds I humbly plead
Lest in Hades, thy fetid air I breathe in shame.
Fair maiden of the night, weep not in cupid’s stead
Nor fly o’er my grave with heart quivering with blame.
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This is really good. Deep and . . . Striking.
Thanks so much lactoo. I am glad you found it engaging.
“Why does love bloom and die like mimosa in spring?”
Powerful imagery.
Very powerful imagery. I like
thanks so much Rhema.
Thank you so much Kaycee.
beautiful use of language. i love this poem.
Thank you so much Obisike.
@fervency, I don’t need to tell you “well done” before you know you’re a proficient poet…beautiful work…
Thanks so much QueenNobo. And it goes without saying that you are an excellent prose writer. Gracias.
Yea. Had to read it again. Good piece indeed.
I am so grateful lactoo. You are far too generous.