Ribbons

Who can tell the hearts condition

Ribbons float on the wind
Furl and flutter high, twisting, turning flying
Yet grass stains remain

Ribbons twirl up to the clouds of cumulus
Hovering banners swooping
Still the blades have left their mark

Ribbons falling reflecting light
Tumble down to hit the ground
Morning dew has left its due upon my seat

Ribbons lying in trodden mud
Ribbons hope trampled left where they may
Green was the grass turned to brown leaving a stain upon my frame

Author's Note

Another impromptu

Reviews

[Liza]

Looking deeper into the ribbon; I see them tied to relationships - sometimes the ribbons fly away and set us free; while other ribbons have strings attached we don't see - a garden of ribbons it feels like...sown to be set free or withered without care.

[SINDE]

This are the kind of poems I read over and over again.
Remarkable use of imagery!

[Enigma]

I enjoyed it. A deft use of imagery accompanied by a smooth flow of the poem. Well penned. :)

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Ribbons lying in trodden mud
Ribbons hope trampled left where they may
Green was the grass turned to brown leaving a stain upon my fame

Pain and anguish remind me of the ribbons, and a sense of loss where the grass turned brown! Excellent writing

[xjust-for-me.x]

Excellent

[Tasha]

This was an amazing poem. I could visualize the ribbon turning and blowing in the wind. Very creative.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[Marie Harrison]

I could visualize it all!
Twisting and turning,
billowing in the wind
striking you on the end
showing marks when you bend

Fabulous and colorful poem!

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like the contrast between the ribbon and grass..

[An owl on the moon]

The feeling and flow here just dances in colors and circumstance... It has such a freedom mingled with the pain of the world in whispered darkness.