Sitting still on a hill
not a sound is heard
silence surrounding
Reflections in a stain
glass window
etched in the frosted
facade
your image fades into
yesterday
Roses in the garden wilts
suffering for a drink of
water
the gardener is not present
to attend them
with a tearful eye
they fade into yesterday.
Wilting flowers, an unkempt garden without a gardner, fading image.... all these suggest a decadent present, but suggestive of a glorious past! The sense of loss is metaphorically presented! Enjoyed!
Yesterday has left beautiful memories to give hope for better tomorrows. Yesterday is not lost but captured in a treasured bottle of memories. To drink it whenever we think the joys of living. That's one part of happiness. Thank you for the poem. Great write!
a symbolic write of life.................................nice madam
Very touching and insightful indeed....Heather.....roses wilting and fading into yesterday......very well composed
A touching tale that is loaded with love and loss. well done my friend!
he gardener is not present to attend them with a tearful eye they fade into yesterday. nice lines they suffer with no kind offer and touch from gardner and die for the want of water
They fade into yesterday.... Yesterday plays a big role on what we are today.. Thanks for sharing
Time lost is never found... Indeed, a short but thought provoking poem. Well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Oh! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! they fade into yesterday. very poetic, my dear poetess