Monday, October 27, 2014

Colours Of Love, Passing

Rating: 4.5
No black is blacker than the darkest night,
Without star or moon,
Or guiding light,
Of love.
And nothing blacker than the empty space,
With no words or touch,
Of love's embrace.

But clinging to the white of hope
That love can be regained,
Until the greyest grey
Of breaking dawn,
The dawning cold of nothing changed
And the losing
Refusing to be forgotten.

For no red is redder than the soft rose petal
That is remembered love,
With no pain sharper
Than its thorn removed,
To leave the drip,
Of crimson blood,
Just waiting for a life of time to heal.
Patrick Ladbrooke
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
Chinedu Dike 28 November 2014
A lovely poem written in poetic diction, with appropriate similes to capture the essence of the piece and the poet's conviction. A nice piece indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
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