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Something about small promises

Sun-beams play with urbanized leaves,
abstract lamentations scatter into yellow smiles.
Season's pulse full expectations, weaves memories
to hay the cold days.

Dragon's dreams of healthy green;
the country-side slowly switches its costume for
hotter colours, tulips already change their helmets.

The work by the children of Eve, still done;
small Utopias with the life-span of one-day-flies,
arise by invisible hands.

On the edge of the flaming sky, my missing link,
the flying love traps into silent silhouettes of
petrified moments.


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Prompt: August
a light poem.

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  • Cat gold member
    February 14
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    thanks so much,

    mary


  • Grunts Girl gold member
    January 27

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    Sun-beams play with urbanized leaves,
    abstract lamentations scatter into yellow smiles.
    Season's pulse full expectations, weaves memories
    to hay the cold days.
    ((( urbanized leaves... hay cold days.... I really loved those two thoughts. I always used hay and straw on the garden in winter and the way you used it just works so well... its like its own shawl)))

    Dragon's dreams of healthy green;
    the country-side slowly switches its costume for
    hotter colours, tulips already change their helmets.
    (((adored the hint of medivalness....and the tulips changing helmets was really brilliant a thought. I enjoy how clever you are with your words.)))

    The work by the children of Eve, still done;
    small Utopias with the life-span of one-day-flies,
    arise by invisible hands.
    (((your use of invisible hands makes me thing of what is impossible becomes possible)))

    On the edge of the flaming sky, my missing link,
    the flying love traps into silent silhouettes of
    petrified moments.
    (((i really liked missing link... with petrified moments...it feels bittersweet to me... butmaybe that is just me- so definately ignore that thought- it just crept in without notice! Thank you so much for this wonderful entry... i liked that it was so clever and different)))

    • Nevel
      January 27
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      Thank you for a wonderful comment. yeah, your perception is right, it was indeed bittersweet, I'm glad you caught the hidden emotions. Thanks for the add also, if you don't mind, I've added you back
      Erwin