Flower petals sailin' on waves
fickle,fresh,flowing - without ways.
i breathe deep watching flute of youth played,
petal sinks - trumpetting carvan withdraws to shade.
A flower petal salin' on waves
dry, dead, demarked by wrinkles - breaks.
(Eternal tale of youth to senility
Ode to marvel of life - i pay.)
posted by samar @ 3:35 PM
6 Comments:
I loved the way you played with the f sound in the first stanza
and then with bs and ds and ps in second-third stanza.
and what an amazing capture of the image of a flower petal on water surface aging as the short poem evolves!
I loved it
thanks tsiallis for your nice comments:) i feel obliged.... .though must confess so much thought about the f's and others things are not delibrate on my end.
as a river flows,so does the wind
a poem blossoms by its own will.
this is beautiful!
sad but beautiful!
satvinder
its beautiful
awesome poem ....especially the lines abt the way a poem evolves ....loved it !!
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