i.
I am quiet. baby's sleeping.
her eyes glued with October's frost.
she is my summer
as the apples ripen on trees
and the hummingbird fly backwards
over a blooming sunflower.
mother nature’s ways aren’t mine.
her heart is forge of stone.
she reincarnated my little
apple blossom, who petals
are still curled inwards,
into snow capped mountains
of cruel, cold winter,
and froze solid
the red river valleys
coursing through her veins.
ii.
she’s fading
as the last chords of autumn
resonates from time’s keys,
and I try to paint the color
back into her face.
her tulip lips are blue
as the unused bib discarded
among her teddy bear
and cabbage patch kid.
her eyes are lifeless
as the marbles silently
watching with blank eyes
through the glass jar
on the beside table.
poor thing is wheezing
to her whistle blows,
and I watch over her
as an orange dawn creeps up
the window pane inch by inch,
and a northeastern seeps
through its cracks.
iii.
this is November. the last leaf
drops into her lap, and Demeter
continues to deny her harvest.
she is stuck sucking
from pomegranate seeds.
they dye her soul red,
and peel back her arms
until they are nothing
but simple roots anchored
into sand and grit.
Author notes
For my older siblings who didn’t make it. I've been writing this since Thursday.
I was listening to Hello by Evanescence each time.
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Comments
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It's melancholic... and well penned.
until they are nothing
but simple roots anchored
into sand and grit.... excellent ending.
Best wishes and good luck,
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this such a pretty poem. I loved it! Thanks for entering my contest. Good luck!!
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This has such a melancholy feel that's almost too heartbreaking to bear ... but I'm always aware of the circles the things ... and even things like grief and winter rotate back into another manifestation of life and spring ... like your tree with its anchored roots waiting for its rebirth.
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I like the title of the poem, how it didn't seem to have anything to do with the poem, but at the same time, it really did
if that makes any sense at all. 
But the poem was so sad, emotional in a standoffish type way 
. I loved how you described the colors so well throughout the poem ^-^
GREAT job
diggin it majorly
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