flowers slumber, clad in white cloak ... dying
silent kisses poured out by twilight, crying
arms embrace hurt, heart frozen deep in weeping
limbs in curl of still fetal hold of yearning
caught by starlight
memories cold in dark night
snow white mountain
drowning old moon in slow slide
limbs in curl of still fetal hold of yearning
arms embrace hurt, heart frozen deep in weeping
silent kisses poured out by twilight, crying
flowers slumber, clad in white cloak ... dying
Author notes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FYI3LYqoQXM
Form: Mira Mirror
In a list
A contest entry
- Books for Piano by Keith.
700 points, ended September 24, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wow..this hits me on a personal level and captured some of my own experiences
lately.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful work1
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Thank you. I haven't heard the Schumann before, and it is very eerie to hear Anne Ziegler's voice. I think at one time we had a 78 of Ziegler and Booth in the house. The poem itself has considerable merit: I particularly like stanza 2. Maybe it's the fact that it ends on the word "dying" which makes it just a trifle macabre, together with the black background. But I intend to return and look at it later. Here, we have a clear dawn, with a sprinkling of silent stars across the sky. Best Wishes. K.
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I am honored by the HM.
Thank you, Keith, for a most wondrous contest. It certainly instigated some lovely master pieces that I enjoyed reading.
Love
Myra
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a good piece, ah the mirrored ways, caught by starlight, aye, the shine of the universe travelling history to reach us all. arms embrace... and pain is hugged away, to roam another day.
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well done. your line "limbs in curl of still fetal hold of yearning" is so nicely rendered. in truth, all of this speaks well. nicely done.
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