The air is filled with scents
Too heavenly to breathe,
His sword returned to sheathe,
The lilies bloom.
Bloodshed comes to an end;
Morning's dew tastes so sweet!
I'll watch the sinking fleet
Beneath the foam.
Hiding from memories
Is difficult to do,
Because my heart bleeds through
My tattered sleeve.
Though war might come again,
He'll take me far from here,
And I will hold him dear
Till dreams may come.
A contest entry
- Abhanga by Samplette.
1000 points, ended November 22, 2008, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Nice Poem. I love the way you write it. Great Write!
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This was really good. I'm not familiar with the form, so had to go and do a little research. I like your choice of topic, as I think it's something that fits very well into the form.
Good to see you're still writing, my dear!
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So nice to read you again. It has been a long time. A great set of abhanga poetry. Each flow well together or stand strong on their own. Thank you for entering.
Sam
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