What fire raged as an inferno,
which one thought would never end,
now is just a cold barren tundra,
seeming permanent and endless,
where questions are icicles
hanging on the window to the mind.
Seeing the paintings on the wall
of portraits from when life seemed a paradise,
still unable to accept
why its images have faded.
In the silence the song of one shouts so loud,
never dreaming it would be sung again,
this time it notes are harder to hear
because one is so used to a duet.
Though the night brings its puzzles
and the heart can’t forget,
a day is never a lifetime,
nor a eulogy.
It might be hard in the darkness
to remember there will come a spring,
bringing a warmth to heal and also hope.
With it there blooms inside
that beauty, which never dies,
merely hibernates for a while
until the blizzards past.
For season come in unexpected ways,
yet they always return,
being the memory that often gives dreams
when it felt as if they have gone forever.
A contest entry
- Love Askew by whispernthedark.
875 points, ended October 7, 2008, 33 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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The last two lines of the first stanza really spoke to me. This is wonderful, and I like the hope at the end of the tunnel. Thank you for entering the contest, good luck.
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whisper
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Excellent content of both metaphor and imagery--Penned with your continued mastery of verse--Well Done!
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The first stanza starts so graphic and carries the reader from a blackened cold tundra to invite the mind into a faded paradise. The narrator in song to form a duet in the night. Spring warms the heart and renew dreams that were lost. The reader carries life on with images from cold past.
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