Engrained Discord

Their dusted wars slipped through the firelight, 
Her soft dark frolic reconciled the ceremony. 
A mournful storm streamed through her, prowling chaos. 
Cliffs swell, immersing memories of him. 
After the storm ceases years later, life goes on. 
The hope grows a meadow, flowers emerge as years inch by. 
Dead dandelions are splotched grey, water colored by her mascara tears. 

   Reaching the corpse of a plant she picks and blows forcefully, yet nothing is set a float. 

Maybe next year these seeds will let go.

Reviews

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

The finish line was the killer part! Very well written! Ive grown interest in your style

[QuayvonS]

Thank you so much! I always thought my style was sloppy hahaha but if anything i wish I could rhyme like you in your writings and not sound like nursery rhyme book! haha