Three years since snow.
In front of Bob's house, the almond tree blossomed for New Year,
(his family's bicycles looked perfect under the pink white)
and Forsythia followed.
A compensation for our winter rose;
each year it produces a single white bloom for Christmas.
On St. Stephen's morning it was gone,
clean cut by a silent night thief.
A contest entry
- Winter by AJ Morelli.
1000 points, ended January 23, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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the only word i can think of to describe this is beautiful, this is a beautiful poem...
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excellent
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Oh, wow, this is excellent..
your imagery is wonderful,
isn't the cut, or expiration of a flower, especially only one so 'loud'..
I love this one..
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Excellent
Good usage of alliteration.Imagery strong.Liked the wordplay/ seasonal setting of " silent night thief"
Liked also the melding of nature and human nature.
Not to be pedantic but perhaps St. instead of St, it's a miniscule point mentioned only as a perspective.
Enjoyed reading this,despite the season and unseasonal snipping of the rose the piece has a kind of serenity.
NB perhaps leave more space between the end line of the poem and the poem page to afford the reader to linger longer on the poem?
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Thanks for both points. Keep well.
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