First Love

A poem about the loss of a loved one.

First Love

Flowers kissed the morning dew.
Sunrise blessed us with its cheer
when I first set eyes on you,
in the Springtime of that year.

Butterflies fled their cocoons.

We had passions to pursue
over coffee and cold beer
as we shared our points-of-view
in the Summer of that year.

Eager monarchs swarmed the dunes.

Playfully we'd rendezvous
where leaves touched the atmosphere
with mixed colors that subdue
in the Autumn of that year.

Caterpillars formed half-moons.

Fatally without a clue
came a time of death and fear
reaping the first love I knew
in the Winter of that year.

Over snows, soft wings were strewn.

(copyright)

Reviews

[iliOZ]

it was so good to "fly" with you up into the open and clear sky, holding hands and smile
slowly glide down like autumn leaves, only to sense tragedy upon landing in the snows

the french translation is "les feuilles mortes" (the dead leaves)
please tell me it ain't so...

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your elegant poetic review, iliOZ! "les feuilles mortes" is a good description for my poem. French is a wonderful language.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Sweet, sad and beautiful. I loved the atmospheres you offered because they encapsulated the imagery of the relationship.

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your review, Alfred! Every poem has an atmosphere that hugs the message.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Ya but you do it well!

[Matching Socks]

A beautiful and touching poem.

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your review, Ana!
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Here's to all the butterflies I've know
who have fluttered to the skies and shone.

[Matching Socks]

You are a sweet sweet creature.

[NeiL ArandA]

I was drawn to this first posted piece and just sampling it . It's already a masterpiece from amediocre point of view . I knew right from the start there's something very special and unique about you and here it is in just the first bite and first taste of your piece with exploding flavors overwhelming my taste buds and palate .I have searched and browsed the internet for the best butterfly poem in the world but yours didn't show up on the search engine and this one really eclipsed the best one out there .

I do love representation of the butterfly interwoven with the changes of time and season in our life . Butterflies are one of the most beautiful insects in the world . They are also the most delicate and tender insects and their gossamer wings can so easily be damage . Their life cycle were also so short and brief .They are here for a moment and life a buble gone forever . Perhaps you may have associated the life cycle it amonarch butterfly with the temporality of human life and our brief existence . This piece was so beautifully penned and expressed in reflective way . Your piece breathtakingly made a great impression . What's more out there . Is this just a tip of the iceberg?

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your highly detailed review, Neil! The reason that my poems don't show up on web searches is that I'm not really a member of the commercial publishing establishment. I write poetry for the joy of writing it alone, and not for any kind of fame or compensation. I live for poetry, but doesn’t live for me. My poems are mostly written in the Classical style.

[NeiL ArandA]

Thank your for sharing that valuable information . Igot alittle idea of your style and motivation .

[icelandicblue]

I love how you wove the seasons and nature with the timeline of love and love lost. It is beautifully sad.

[Aethereal]

Thanks, blue! Writing a poem is somewhat like weaving a colorful blanket.

[Aziz Luther]

I love this poem. Romantic and fresh with a sad ending but very well written.

[Aethereal]

Thanks, Aziz! Romantic and sad often go together cuz that's life.

[Inspiring Writer]

You Incredibly defined about love on every season whether it's spring, winter, autumn of it's summer. great write you made, liked this write, your honesty about love, feelings about thoughts, passion about love... Nice job.

[Aethereal]

Thanks, Inspiring Writer! It's good to be honest about one's feelings, and the each season is an inspiration.

[Atthis Rose]

This sounds so much like poem 'a love for all seasons' and those solitary lines which mark the time of the year. This is a wonderful piece of work. well they say great minds think alike.

[Aethereal]

Thanks, Rose! If you notice, you'll find something about this poem that has never been done before. I used only two rhyme sounds in the major verses, and I never used a rhyming word more than once other than the word "year". These are exact rhymes, and everything is in meter. The word "year" is a refrain. Refrains make for beautiful poems.

[Atthis Rose]

That I've noticed! seems as if you do some thinking on your work. I think I could use some of that inspiration of yours

[William C Jones III]

I liked how you introduced this poem. And your rhythm and character is flawless. Especially, since this is your first poem. Great job.

[Samuel Dickens]

Fantastic. With outstanding rhyme and rhythm, you tell this poignant tale with heartfelt beauty.

[Aethereal]

Thanks, Samuel! It would be a song is it wasn't a poem.