Upon my desk are two things
To symbolize my broken wings
An xmas leaf withered without care...
A strand of pure silver hair...
It was a green xmas day
Glorious past passed away
An xmas leaf withered without care...
A strand of pure silver hair...
It was the delight of a maid in youth
A beauty transient... what's the truth?
An xmas leaf withered without care...
A strand of pure silver hair...
A look of love; A smile of joy
Washed in indifference before I could enjoy
An xmas leaf withered without care...
A strand of pure silver hair...
Upon my desk are two things
To symbolize my broken wings
Nothing is forever... Not even love
Still transience has a meaning somehow
Author notes
A silver hair and a dried leaf of a chrishmas tree go so well. You try to see them together in your mind's eye.
I felt this combination needed a poem.
Written July 21st, 2005
What did you think
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Brilliant! It grips you and bleeds the emotion unto you. Very well done. Blessings, Gypsy
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Awesome. Well written- The imagery is a little hard to gget- is withered leaf brown or gold? hard to place, but with either, the poem is fine- I want to think it gold, since the gold silver imagery is better than browm/yellow -silver.
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beautiful, again
nice style!!!!!!
and i love your choice of background. it somehow adds to the effect of the poem. There some connection with this and the ant story. the meaning of transience. lovely write on the whole.
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beautiful
vow, dear poet,vow. a great write.wellknit,speaks volumes to seekers.A beautiful work.congrats.
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