As Dawn Rejoices

Inspired by the "Pick Words Like Flowers~" contest

 

As dawn celebrates

a kaleidoscope of colors;

the birth of a new morning

 

I sit here mourning.

 

The heart restless

like a windswept feather,

powerless in tenderness,

unable to settle on solid ground.

Memories now occupy the place

where dreams once danced,

in silhouettes passionately entwined.

Soft whispers,

sweet kisses

like petals of a wild rose,

have vanished and vaporized;

summer raindrops on desert sand.

 

And as dawn outside rejoices

my heart is in twilight;

this morn,

my smiles conceal

a clandestine mourn.

Reviews

[Dani California]

This is absolutely lovely! Your metaphors are outstanding. Dreams shattered, or abandoned. I have found normally the latter, under the pressure of others' expectations. Though not always the case.

A very soft write for such a pained subject. It's so lulling it almost gives off a sense of acceptance.

Very well penned!

[Corset]

so somber amid such beauty, so romantically sad, luckily for me, I love sadly beautiful.

[Bubo]

You use metaphors very well, I started reading and thought it was going somewhere else, and how sad I felt realising you were mourning while surrounded by beauty, dreams shattered, memories are still so much apart of you, heart in twilight, I loved that line........because being so lost in love leaves us in the dark, even though life around shines. I hope your heart has never been broken to this extent.

[YouoweYoupay]

Impressive picturing and metaphors. I love dark arts. And this is a Dark and Hollow combination. My favourite parts were:

The heart restless
like a windswept feather,
powerless in tenderness,

I'm sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing.

-Wella.

[Marie Harrison]

So sorry you are mourning my friend. On the positive side, it's a good thing you are grieving because you are so much closer to healing. It is a positive side that your are starting to heal and find closure. Lovely poem.

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. i remember not seeing the sun ... between december last year and may this year ... i mourned like a widow ... pining and pining for that one ray of light ... the only thing we can buy is time ... but you know what ... that's not a bad deal at all ... what an exquisite piece of poetry ... finely written, felt and received ...

[Emily B]

English is your adopted mother and if she neglects you too much I will soothe the ache. Your words are powerful in any language.

[Ed Hart]

however many farthings you have; that's how much you owe

[MandarinOranges]

tragically beautiful. mourning of a lost love. recalling those mornings wrapped in the warmth of their arms, watching as the cascade of colors eat up the cold dark sky. this wonderful write brings back to me those kind of memories. like i said, tragically beautiful.

[poet2angels (lynda)]

Oh this is so beautiful!
Did you use every word in the list?
How enchanting and simply gorgeous....
From beginning to end , mesmerizing

Lynda