Stardate 10.16.18 Poem
crisp autumn air
warm crackling fire
soup bubbling in deep pots
howling winter wind
bitter cold in bones
skeletons of trees against the grey sky
sweet kiss of spring
soft budding earth
flowers unfurling tender blossoms of light
hot summer sun
skin drips with sweat
tang of lemonade lifted to lips
seasons roll on
some things never change
spokes in the chain driving cycles
a minds eye
a hearts cry
souls ensnared in the framework of time
a spark, tiny flame
untethered by space
today life whispers in the dark
will tomorrow roar
or continue to tiptoe
past these passing seasons
scraping for words poems cadence, a SCREAM
to capture listless delicate
bittersweet muted existence
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You're a beautiful writer, you have ways with imageries, a perceptions of nature that's well painted and presented using metaphorical expression, this is totally amazing, I'm a poet too and this is beautiful
Amazing poem that needs deep thoughts to understand
I truly enjoyed how the syllables in this poem ride into & upon each other. Beautiful. Thank you very much for the images, too.
Your poem conveys the speaker's sensory experience - a sensitive observer and a thinker. I believe with art like yours, tomorrow has a greater likelihood of including a roar, instead of muted sounds from the darkness.