Chiaroscuro Poem by cahen thrips
Chiaroscuro
The weather forecast promised sun
but it rained on Birdsong instead;
so I stayed here and felt guilty.
Your surgeon promised you'd be better
but you died in my arms instead,
I staying here feeling guilty.
We never meant to let you down
but promises are autumn flowers,
hope in ephemeral colours,
sweet scents blunted by dolour
of winter's first frost which bites
too soon. Bites too hard.
This grey weather suits my mood;
I'm so afraid of spring's new becoming,
efflorescing into summer, knowing
I will stay anticipating all my colourless
seasons without you.
You are there. I am here,
feeling guilty just for being.
January 2023
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Congratulations on POD, dear poet. May God bless you
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Poignant, no, melancholy poem. " winter's first frost.. bites too soon. Bites too hard." Excellent metaphor, accentuates the mood and make up. Loved it. Exudes true and genuine talent. All the best, dear poet
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 5:29:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An excellent poem! Not one to be forgotten! Glad you received Poem of the day!