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To: Me From: Me
Through eons past and misty morns,
weary pollens scatter their seeds.
Through graying November mutely mourns,
a lonely bunch among cloying weeds.
T'was ages since the sun appeared,
to bath her petals reaching out.
The rains and damp roughly withered.
her pale glory above wild spread.
Garlic mustard was oblivious,
to winds and dusts who happened by.
Its vibrance sullied by furious tempests,
as racing seasons flit by.
It saw the beauty of sunrise,
of sunsets, and of changing seasons.
But sadly, it remains unwise,
to gourd vines entwine in passion.
Shye , you sure English is not your first language?
This is stunning but even more so when I recall you saying English is not your first language. I adored your metaphors. Beautifully writ my friend. Your poems remind me of pearls it takes the shelled mollusk a life time to create that gem but when it's done ah what a gem it is indeed. blessedly though you can make many poetic pearls in your life time. If you play chess as well as you write then Jude Acers might be quivering in his chess seat............. Always enjoy your touching base with me and your poetry, Sincerely, your friend Melissa Lundeen.
Bless your kind heart
Bless your kind heart Melissa... Precious gems and pearls cannot compare to kind words from someone as wonderful as you... I read a lot of English novels so I guess, I've learned sentence construction and grammar from them... But not really perfect with the command in the sense that I have tensing problems sometimes, but that's something I can correct when an attack of perfectionism hits me on and off,lol!
Thank you for reading this my dear...
Shye
“ Let the beauty of what you love be what you do."
~ Rumi