if i could capture you for a single second
i would grasp you in my hand
like a grain of gold
and follow the stones
you let fall behind you
up until thunder found its grave
into my heart
you know the trees were late blooming this season.
i forgive these moments of insanity
when waterlilies gaze up at us curiously
our tears echoing onto the lake
like Jupiter's ring
the dock tiptoes in the soft waves embrace
carressing the powerful landscape
carressing your desperate lips
mine have tried
mine have failed
but i still see all your blacks and whites.
i walk side by side with your desperation
and believe me
time is as tired of advancing as our scorched feet
there is more
than the tardy summer flowers
who now wish to wilt
quickly and unknown
there is no promise to be made this time.
we have shed both our bloods
and the sacrifice
revealed itself insufficient
but i beg you
my love
once the days drip into tomorrow
autumn will crawl back here
and along with the yellows and reds
which will fly across the dreaming sky
perhaps the reflection of our smiles
will become diamonds
in the corners of our eyes
Author notes
to my dearest
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Judging from the comment by your dad, your normal style has little to do with scenic symbolism. Frankly, I think your poem deserves much more credit than it has received here in terms of positive comments and applause. The opening stanza is very effective and intriguing; your imagery together with that unusual tone are interesting and compelling. Too many predictable, lame poets are rewarded while a fascinating, unique poem goes almost unnoticed. I thoroughly enjoyed this read, young lady. Tony


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thank you so much!!
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beautiful..


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...you wrote poetry with trees and landscape; I'm stuned!
Are you turning into a softy!?

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yeah this moved me too, and I'm not exactly the type to 'be moved'. I'm a sucker for a great ending and I gotta say, you finished this poem perfectly.
nice job on this one, I'm three steps above impressed!

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thank you very much
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This moved me...
yeah, autumn can be sweet.


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thank you
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