Flowers adorn her headdress, natures sound
Calls out, ringing all around, her beauty escapes
Desires pause, innocent surrenders for a time
while she sleeps, with remorse and sadness abates
Her every whim, her moves are solitary and silent
What a perfect mirror of beauty, dressed in such pain
Well wonder what tomorrow brings, perhaps loves to blame
Broken hearts never heal time, time curses each pause
Silence is tempted by the kiss, yes that kiss of life
Gently caressing her able mind, heart broken and pierced
Colours of feeling, paint her closet, flowers of yesterday
Tightly concerned, affection seen, no more heard
Words spoken, love rejected, beauty grieved once more
In this closed affair, the chapters of love, correct only to taint her sweet smile
Author notes
Prompt 6
A contest entry
- PIF SEMI QUICKIE CONTEST...COUNTDOWN! Friday at Midnight PDT! by Rose Angel.
1200 points, ended September 22, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Well what a take on the "Primavera" prompt! Rather than seeing the picture up front as most would, you catch a mood and go with it all the way!
So true that shy look, downward glancing at her basket of flowers could be interpreted as far away thoughts, longing and sadness for love lost, a young lady scorned and left..
Your word play adds to the interest of the readers as does your leaving us hanging with such a sad lament for her the girl with the flowers...
I especially lines "What a mirror of beauty dressed in such pain"
"Colors of feeling paint her closet"
and oh who can underestimate the power of your final line
"In this closed affair, the chapters of love. correct only to taint her sweet smile"
I thank you most sincerely for your entry...It is most creative a write...and a bittersweet interpretation of the lovely picture...I wish you well in this contest!
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Wow
What an aching beauty to hold on to
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Wow... this one really made me think. Whys is she so broken hearted? Who could have hurt her so badly that she is so distraught and grieving.
I loved LOVED the opening. It was so beautiful and sad. Your word choices time this piece to a slow methodical read, which makes it even more sad and forlorn. Awesome job! Good luck in the contest!
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