Illusion of Evanescence

It fell cloaked in the cover of the night

whispering for the flower that remained.

A rebirth called towards unplumbed plight;

by fate, it has now been reclaimed;

leaves wrinkled like an angry furrowed brow;

winter now here leaving nothing to stay.

Yesterday, the last reminder of how 

the essence of life is now withered away.

Youth once graced this cadaverous vessel.

Petals that now, no longer congregate,

fallen, trodden upon ground they nestle-

Finally, lifeless knowing, it was fate.

And yet, evanescence has not transpired;

since it's beauty left so many inspired.

Reviews

[Chris]

Finely stated and visually formed.

[emipoemi]

.......I have no words......my voice is in my awe! Well done! (I especially enjoyed the fluid flow of a sonnet that hadn't been written in iambic pentametre....that in itself was a feat. Marvellous!)

[kianatahleigh]

thank you, I really enjoy reading sonnets, so I just figured I'd try my hand at one. thank you for reading.

[emipoemi]

my pleasure.

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Wow this is soo awesome in poetic wording and metaphor. Death and rebirth. Kudos to your skill crafting such great muse.

, Pleez do write your thoughts/comment under my newest poem too, titled, "jumbo jet vs jackdaws and jays". interaction via poetry is my way to say hi poem pals always.

[kianatahleigh]

thank you, and thank you for reading