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A Spring mourning
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A Spring mourning |
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Kalandria Junior Member
since 2006-05-23
Posts 44Yorkshire, England |
A Spring mourning Such a careless, Spring morning All wrapped up in last night's dew stained clothes. Draping her form around the early risers, The drivers, deliverers, farmers and the fallen. She embraces them all, this seasonal mistress. Quite a normal, Spring morning The traffic, ebbing and flowing with the rush hour tide, Carrying the catch of a thousand, corporate nets. Sticky faced children, sequined eyes at the windows Of impractical cars, bound for ivy clad schools. An expectant, Spring morning Waiting for the shuttered eyes of the shops to blink open. The symphony of the city, warming up its overture For the businessmen who dance to its daily tune. Commuting their way through their high rise lives. A fearful, Spring morning. Opening her eyes to a dawn she would rather not see. Dressing silently, she paints a smile for the children, Washes the dishes and makes the beds And beneath her swollen gown,a heart falters. On this pleasant, Spring morning, She stands by the hospital doors, pleading with time And sketching to memory this fading frame.. Her hand, resting low. The guilty,whisper To the one that couldn't be. She steps inside. Such a careless, Spring mourning Making her way home with her coffee-to-go. Her bagel-to-go A life to go. |
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OldBuddyOldPal Member
since 2008-12-15
Posts 87 |
...so many perspectives of the same setting....I really liked the last verse. Well done. |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
this was very interesting...as I read each stanza, I found myself forcing my mind to agree that how you described each scene was exactly on target...love this style...like anything that makes me think |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
started out with good scenes and then got sad...the last verse really hit hard |
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Trapped - Nothing Member
since 2010-04-25
Posts 52 |
I am disappointed in this poem, it appears to be a beautiful title, but the content begs to differ. |
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Kalandria Junior Member
since 2006-05-23
Posts 44Yorkshire, England |
I'm sorry you found it disappointing. It is, unlike much of my writing, a very personal script. I lost a baby last week and this poem merely charts my journey to the hospital. In my grief I wanted the world to stop and mourn with me, but of course life went on around me. A Spring morning for them, a Spring mourning for myself. |
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