sorrow rises like fog
a daffodil bitten by frost
spring is a sweet kiss
and winter a broken hope
her eyes enticed
her glance burned my soul
a simple song trilled
in the heart of a mockingbird
then hushed like death
it was never heard again
when the wind stirs
I feel a cold regret
dew drops are like tears
on a barren landscape
Pain n sorrow are so beautifully depicted through nature imagery. The seasons come n go. Winter's melancholic air always gets me down but it's good for creativity. And yes spring is a sweet kiss. Superb imagery. A10.
Sometimes all that comes to me is an image for the essence of an idea. I love to keep it simple but elegant. Glad you like it too Nosheen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have to excersise myself upon your poems, Barry. I'll try to reline and reshape some of them.This one here fascinated me to do this.
I got your message. Go right ahead. I am just glad you liked the poem.