To walk along the sweeping winter scenes of hope
As ice encrusted trees and snowy downs,
So tell in hearts human despair, alone to cope.
The fluff of white so coldly coats the crowns
Of birches, elms and beech, I walk beneath in dreams
And touch the falling flakes, so melts the snowy gowns.
So rising from the hearths, a smell of smoke
I wander the paths of snow, observing sights so cold
The stars enlighten twinkling powder soaked
The pale dim glow of moon, in hues of gold.
A wail, I hear in sobbing rents and ruddy cheeks I see
A woman frail in flowing crystal gowns, beneath the slippery elm
I asked, "Madam, ah may I help comfort you?" The realm
Of winter so charming her sobs and hitches, slowed by these iced trees.
"I am," she softly spoke, " a phantom here in winter woods and soon
I shall go with my fate of winter fading here to spring."
She wept and pressed in close to me, "I shall be gone by June"
So with her I held and felt her breath, "is there something "
I had but started, she drew her fingers here to my lips.
She pulled in close, a light pink blushed her cheeks, we kissed.
I saw when parting, a smile on her lips, as she fades to mists.
I heard her voice so clear in mind, "My love, you have set me free."
Author notes
I am not sure I like this one...
A contest entry
- Lovely long lines by cricketjeff.
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Comments
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Beautiful imagery and thoughts here, for me a little more regularity in the meter and the rhyme scheme would have lifted a really good poem still further
Wonderful stuff
Jeff
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It grows on you ...
I liked it a lot better the second time I read it. I'm no fan of love poems, or lost love poems, but this is really neither one. It's a genre all its own, I guess.
Anyway, you've certainly filled this with imagery, and your vocabulary won't embarrass you either. All in all, not a bad job on this one.
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Filled with romanticism, has great imagery. Very brisk and cold as the wind blew. Great write.
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Lovely romanticism graces this fine craftsmanship of poetry.
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