The cruelty of lost love as reflected in the sometimes stark and unyielding force of nature.


The Unremitting Season

An autumn born of
bastard love,
now sterilized and premature,
rains frozen tears
that slice the leaves and
bleach the colors
silently.
So pale the wind that builds
its rage to where
it bursts in sonic boom
coughing, lurching, draining life
it feeds across
the valley.





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Written on 2009-10-08 at 07:51

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Amna Ehsan
rains frozen tears
that slice the leaves and
bleach the colors
silently.
this is what sensible use of wods called as with a vivid flow of thoughts creating such a piece of brilliant art.
bookmarked this one!

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2009-11-02



Beautifully forlorn writing here my friend! Welcome to the bay of contentment in poetic masonry. Smiling at you

Tai

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jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
how original!
its been raining with me today
after months of sun,,,
i like how you communicate...
2009-10-08