'A violet
by a mossy stone'
so gentle
now you sleep
I cannot grasp
the stars so cold
and no more can i weep
so delicate
my violet dear
life's battles
have taken you under
So rest in peace
A sleep, so deep
in Winter's slumber
softly the butterflies
fluttered in Summer
kissing new,another day
then Aurtumn's breeze
blew cool, the winds
taking you away
but, oh, sweet Violet
you were Spring to me
so happy,warm and gay
full of life and magic dance
'til you went away
my violet now lies 'neath
death's tombstone
gathering moss new and green
and I still can't reach
the cold distant stars
and 'Tis I, who is
left alone, to dream
… the acceptance of loss in quiet solitude marks this verse … the beautifully affectionate endearment “my violet” … brings to life an affection poignant and sincere … intense and overwhelming … “I cannot grasp the stars so cold” … is extremely intricate and yet simple poetry … “a sleep, so deep, in Winter’s slumber” … is again an amazing expression of that permanent slumber we all know is death … “the winds taking you away” … is a moving and mesmerizing expression … the reference to seasons and the comparison with life expressing ravishing yet simple profundity with elegance … “you were Spring to me” … is a breathtakingly beautiful expression and absolutely unforgettable … this last stanza is such an intense expression of sadness that it moves one beyond measure … the last line especially is sheer genius … and brings out the pain and isolation … while at the same time … the inevitability of dreams … it is no doubt excruciatingly painful to dream after a loved one has gone forever …
my violet now lies 'neath
death's tombstone
gathering moss new and green
and I still can't reach
the cold distant stars
and 'Tis I, who is
left alone, to dream
... a beautifully written poem … it’s all heart … pure and pristine … and it just flows and flows with a beautiful rhythm … exceptionally good rhyming …
This kinda reminds me of my life, being in the autumn of life these days and feeling a little violet. It does feel a bit harsh "out there" these days and so I prefer staying in my protected habitat, away from the strife. This is a beautiful poem that could be symbolic of all kinds of ways we feel (((HUGS)))
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
Thanks Margie ..just like the season's
change we change with them..its a hostile
harsh.. read moreThanks Margie ..just like the season's
change we change with them..its a hostile
harsh world out there these days indeed
I appreciate your review on this one;
The happy memories always like spring and dreams circling those spring - flower like butterflies and when that spring ends in winter , it's cold,cold everywhere!
Such a beautiful yet heart touching poignant write is this! When time heals the overwhelming grief then surrendering to the bitter truth can be so beautifully poetic sometime.
Very nicely penned
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
Thanks Dreamer I always appreciate
your lovely worded reviews..i so appreciate;
This is a poem filled with tremendous amounts of grief and all those emotions that come with the loss of losing someone. I love the use of the season to explain the passing of time. This piece pulls at heart strings.
"my violet now lies 'neath
death's tombstone
gathering moss new and green
and I still can't reach
the cold distant stars
and 'Tis I, who is
left alone, to dream "
This poem was so poignant, heartbreaking, and dreamy. Poignant because there is the ever-present feeling of the "violet" being underneath the ground. Heartbreaking because the person "can't reach the cold distant stars" and "is left alone, to dream." Dreamy because it seems distant yet so near, like the captured fragments of a dream near wakefulness. One can grasp some of the pieces but not the whole thing. I suppose the deepest loss feels distant yet near at the same time. One can hardly believe that it happened, yet it did.
Very deep and touching. I loved this!
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
thanks for the kind review E.V.~is much appreciated;
11 Years Ago
Thank you entering the piece in my contest! I loved it when I wasn't even halfway finished it.
11 Years Ago
not a problem, and I am glad you picked this as one of the winning pieces~7hanks again;
it was written for a friend who lost her little girl 9yrs old to cancer, she ask me to write a poem.. read moreit was written for a friend who lost her little girl 9yrs old to cancer, she ask me to write a poem to read at the funeral...she died in October some years ago now...
11 Years Ago
How young! I'm sorry for such a loss. It must have been horrible to have lost her.