there are days that
breathing in and out is
ample reward
the morning
brings rain
that smells of
dirt and damp
the flowers
promise blossoms
by midday
aroma sways a
breeze sent past
fruit flowers
spring's scents
voice the oath of
sweetness on the lips
when another growing stops
and starts again
a crispy winter wind
blows the memory
to fall
in autumn rich
red through shades of
pomegranate to cranberry
a dying summer knows
it's cycle isn't done
just early
and breathing in and out
in glory grows
gratification.
A contest entry
- Please Help! by Sylvyrwyng.
5800 points, ended August 17, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Reader interpretation and critical comment welcomed
Comments
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Life is just that isn't it a cycle that comes and goes just like our breath comes in and goes out.
I really did enjoy reading this, thank you so much for sharing it.
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An inspiring write that shows how not only nature evolves but our spirit as well, for the write can also be taken as in our gratification, breathing in and out, we also find glory!
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The circle of life and all living things within the rotation of the seasons - and so it goes on and on. Very well done and charming to read. Good luck
Sheila
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I like this.
Am I correct in thinking that the poem is about Gratitude?
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