Winter blew a feathery kiss
Upon the plumage of one so fair
A carnation hue, yet darker still
Was echoed in the garden there.
Where angel dust and specters meet
To chill the air and rest their feet.
Winter, with her girlish charms,
Yet arcane in her gnarled wrists,
Did come upon the comely one,
Summoning those deathly mists.
That swarm about the crowns of saints
While bringing them to all that taints.
Winter curled her lips with pride
As frost made love to petals sweet.
Trading velvet for glassy robes -
Slowly splintering in defeat.
Ending a crash with tinkling sighs
Who could mourn the rose's demise?
Angel dust? u mean, the drug?lol kudos to the format and imagery - even tho the diction and content are arcane, the read is still musical and concrete enough to draw one in. If you haven't read Poeticpers on this site, I think you would like his stuff.
Angel dust? u mean, the drug?lol kudos to the format and imagery - even tho the diction and content are arcane, the read is still musical and concrete enough to draw one in. If you haven't read Poeticpers on this site, I think you would like his stuff.
I have to admit, I'm a novice when it comes to poetry. I've never written any, and I know that if i tried they would never come close to this. For me it seems everything happens in winter whether good or bad and this poem reminds me of those moments. I adored it. And it's absolutely beautiful!
I'm 33 now, much more settled into myself, and getting back to it again. The previous about me is gonna stay for now, since it's still somewhat accurate and I need some time to figure out what to say .. more..