On an abandoned bed all alone
Feet tracing arabesque patterns
Lying unfettered on empty sheets
I penned panegyrics in your name
Those words now empty and hollow
An apotheosis of longing and desire
Decayed, rotting and falling away
The once blossoming flower
Stands withered and forlorn
Drooping leaves
And petals fallen
On gloomy days I find myself
Harking back to brighter days
That perfect first
flush of love
Dug in deep and planted roots
I hold the wilted flower close
Inhale the fragrance of dying rose
It perishes today
But tomorrow it blooms anew
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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.
A very late entry but I find myself attempting a poem again. I have to confess that I find writing poetry harder than sticking to prose. You also hope that the readers will appreciate the direction you took and maybe enjoyed reading it too.
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Dear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteFor someone who finds it hard to write poetry, you've outdone yourself. I feel the same way about poetry. Occasionally I write it but not often. Good one, sir.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle, I always value your comments. I am glad you liked it.
DeleteI like it, Subroto. You may struggle, but it does not come through in the writing!
ReplyDeleteThen I am happy that it worked. Thanks for your comments Dale.
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ReplyDeleteThat’s a very beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes...
Moon
Thank you Moon, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteSeems good to me - I don't often venture into poetry and tend not to comment on poems so much as I don't pretend to know much about it!
ReplyDeleteWell at least you comment ;-) Thanks for reading Iain.
DeleteThe heart responds to this poetry. Very well done
ReplyDeleteThe poet responds to your comment. Thank you so much Linda.
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