One red bloom has decayed.
Before my eyes the color
disgusted all hue.
Lean towards me and ask for love.
Green shroud beckons now.
Pretend you don't know.
Can I truly love something?
Green shroud beckons now.
Do I see the red old bloom
when I look at love calling?
Author notes
Contest A Plethora of One-Liners
option: her body became an archeology site
A contest entry
- Wise Poets Society ONLY PIF Contest by DawnBaby.
600 points, ended October 31, 2007, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - A Plethora of One-Liners by Epilogue.
900 points, ended December 16, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Interesting and intriguing title as well as the poem is full of colored questions. Interesting used words and metaphors.
~Sonja~
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I keep coming back to this one.
That's a good sign.
"Lean towards me and ask for love" tugs so after the first two lines.
Digusted all hue, the green shroud, the last line -- excellent.
Good work.
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Very nicely done and I love the metaphorical use of the leaves here. As we look back in life memories do have certain colors and one always hopes the hue will be vibrant, though it can't always be that way. Through each season nature always changes and is reborn in the spring bringing a start to the cycle once again. You captured the essence of life in this wonderful piece. Best wishes for you in the contest and keep that ink flowing. Kudos for this lovely piece. Love and God bless, Joyce
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I like the use of description here. Good luck in the contest.
Thanks for your comment.
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