Irene Mitchell

The Force Of May - Poem by Irene Mitchell

Spring holds back because
I must not be led into green haven
where leaves and grasses would appall
and soft winds distress me.

Though I lean upon the May which anoints
black day with dew,
I must not encourage harmony or growth,
having sinned

against my equal,
until this hour greening
in pale space, my deracinated flower

Topic(s) of this poem: death of a friend

Comments about The Force Of May by Irene Mitchell

  • Chinedu Dike (12/15/2015 2:16:00 PM)

    Lovely depiction of pain inherent in the loss of someone so dear, well articulated and insightfully penned in poetic diction from the heart. Death is an inevitable end - a compulsory final date with fate, as dust to dust is a must. I hope that we all come to terms and learn to accept death as an existential reality, in order to bear such irreplaceable losses with fortitude. Thanks for sharing Irene. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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  • Dutendra Chamling (11/23/2015 11:52:00 PM)

    Irene Mitchell! Beautiful poem.......! Thanks for sharing! (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt (11/22/2015 7:21:00 PM)

    A mournful elegy, Irene. Thanks (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 22, 2015

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