Untitled V

From such a gentle spirit

came such a harsh reubuke

and from such a verdant life

Oh, such an arid death! 

 

What hope once bloomed

within thy breast

until replaced by a blossom

of such deep despair.  

 

The fates did deal thee a bitter hand

such cruelty thou suffered, 

to be taken from day to night

and as quickly as thou were. 

 

Thy life, thy soul, such lovely things

how kind thy smile could be

thou were indeed a rarity

in such a dreary world.  

Reviews

[None]

Lyric. Your lines feed one another. Nothing is off. They sound like a letter. They remind me of Sense and Sensibility, etc.

Good work. Perfectly expressed emotion.

[Chris]

reubuke? - line 2 The main reason I bring it up is it really takes away from the flow and the perception of your work.

The poem has an "olde" feel about it... the words - of course... it also has an evident underlying sadness and a sense of existence "lost" in a way it gets remembered - often.

[misha]

Wow, this is a great piece.

[Abdul Aziz]

Is this spiritual? Romantic? An ode to a friend? Ultimately, I think that's not what matters. What matters is the poignancy of the message. This is a wonderfully worded, skillfully written poem.

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

Mmm this is nice, you know I CAN feel her (Emily Dickenson) in it! Your name is very fitting somehow.

[shultzfeather]

ec stop, contain yourself

[Tate Morgan]

Beautiful souls are indeed a rare event worthy of note