Josh Southern

The Lost Dove - Poem by Josh Southern

I could see it fly,
Endlessly soaring onwards,
Careful to avoid the shimmering smoke
Whispering through the sky

Coloured gold with love
It fluttered forgotten;
Lost, cold,
The searching dove

Imagining the warmth, the haven
Of the flickering fire settling on the skin,
Foreign now but as my dreams swayed,
Home at last I sought.

But cold I was, too cold to feel,
The last of Love and hope,
As a troop of snowflakes extinguished
The dying light

Faintly now,
I could see it grieve
Disappearing into the grey

Just to leave
A tear,
Falling against the wind,
Striking the ground,
Washing the fear

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  • (12/23/2011 5:55:00 PM)

    Its a person describing a dove from a distance... The man is fearful/dying due to war ('a troop of snowflakes' represents the troops) . The man tries to seek salvation in imagining the warmth of home but he's too cold/hurt and this loss of hope and peace in the world is shown through the dove disappearing at the end (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 20, 2011

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