In Bloom

With Glen Yumang Manese -creative consultant

Wooden fencing long decayed,
With what's left of faded paint
Cold steel gate swings open wide
A smell of death is faint

Flowers yellow, that once adorned,
Door has rot to brown
Grey crumpled leaves are only now,
One solace for the crown

On lifeless garden's ground,
laid roses,once were red.
Stood presently but a single tree,
Whose rusted remains bled

Hidden in the fog,
Cloaked by the mist,
No torch will shine,
from the divine,
Before it falls to the abyss

For the fruits are gone;
And the trunk lay hollow;
Long blown away;
Chirping songs of the Swallow

And spring is no longer;
But stay is the permafrost;
And maybe accompanying it,
In the dark,
A monument to innocence lost

Ah...wind is blowing
Hail is now so strong,
Weather of misfortune,
Plays a merry song

Author's Note

Reviews

[A. Amos]

And spring is no longer;
But stay is the permafrost;
And maybe accompanying it,
In the dark,
A monument to innocence lost.

The second and last line of above verse, amazing.... Nice work my friend...bravo

[Nusquam Esse]

This paints an awesome image, very eerie; I can practically see the dilapidated garden up a hill in the distant, consumed with necrosis. I do however think that the words themselves could be improved here, not really sure specifically how, but somehow the image I have in my mind seems stronger than the poem? When it is something I am personally writing, I feel compelled to revise it; not because the words are bad, but because they don't feel to do justice to what I have envisioned.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

very haunting images...reminds me of a mix of shakespeare's "Winter"
and William Carlos Williams' poem "the widow's lament in springtime"

nicely done...

[Brittany Zedalis]

A wonderfully dark poem. I enjoyed reading this.