Message in a Bottle

 

                 

                  Message in a bottle

 

                Capsule from the past

                Holds a moment in time

                in childlike

 

                adoration    

            
                An atmosphere under cork

                Fragrant was the air of  false spring

                stirring life , in a bewildering infusion of warmth

                Setting sleeping fields ablaze with a

 

                Fleeting beauty              

                     
                Blossoms to fragile for winters’ fierce return were

                felled by frosts’ icy blade

                Pierced, as

                Crimson droplets fell in frigid silence                         

        
                Emotions rolled in bondage, across a tiny page

                Needed to flow freely
                to grow in time

 

                imperfectly  

 

               Failing to adapt to the changing clime

               Sentenced to a lonely extinction 

 

               Slowly suffocated in captive air

             
               A trinkets’ fascination quickly fades

               Cold and empty as the crafter grew
               Trapped in glass; as fragile as the feelings

 

               Long since passed
                            
      
                           

Reviews

[Star-Born-Soul]

This is fantastic! The metaphors are amazing and it has a profound and touching meaning for me.
My message was in a tin, sealed for 20 years. She burned it in my back yard firepit.
You are a truly gifted poet, please keep posting!