Lamentations

Spring rises out of hibernation,

Breezing through the budding life,

And though the world now richly shines

To stifle Winter’s strife,

Without the hearth to warm the heart,

Without the light to cheer the soul,

The cold had rendered chipped and chafed

A life once bright, once whole;

Alone in mournful melancholy,

Wishing time would timely mend

The ties of care, the links of love,

The bonds 'twixt those called friend.

I wander through the sunlit streets,

A windswept wisp the world forgot-

Spring rises with a lively spring,

Though I in turn spring not.

-EDP

Reviews

[Li]

The spring warmth can mean nothing if the heart is cold.
"Sometimes one person can be missing and the world seems depopulated"
Brilliant write!

[emipoemi]

Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it.

[LazerRays]

This reminds me a lot of Robert Frost’s poems. It’s captures the beauty of nature perfectly. The rhymes reminded me of Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘the bells’ with the twist tongue tantalizing sentences. If that makes sense. It’s almost magical to say the words, each letter bounces of your tongue. I’m back on WC for a while now, being home. So message me anytime! It was nice to stop by! Take care

-sarah

[emipoemi]

Nice to see you back. Thanks for stopping by. It's interesting that you got some Frost and Poe vibes from this piece, as I've read and have enjoyed both poets, but can't consciously assert that they influenced this particular poem (though I can say more Frost than Poe is in this). Glad you enjoyed it.

[LazerRays]

Thank you, hope you are being safe over there hahaha

[emipoemi]

I am.....hope you are too

[JamesTleBourn]

Beautifully written, Emi! I envy your way with words (not to mention timely vocabulary). I am glad I read this. I hope you are staying safe!

James

[emipoemi]

sure trying to. thanks for reading. glad you enjoyed it.

[Rania M]

This poem goes way deeper than just the seasonal. I relate the winter described here to an an adverse and difficult time. A time of estrangement from friends, of the death of cheer and of confinement. Come spring, nature awakens to glory yet the winter leaves lasting grief and loss in its bitter wake leaving the stricken poet wandering alone on sunlit streets, barely able to process the beauty around him. Perhaps I am relating it to today’s troubled times. Beautifully written, dear emipoemi ❤️

[emipoemi]

Well, I wrote it 2 years ago, so it's not specifically for these times, but it could def relate to them. But the rest of the interpretation was close enough. Thanks for reading. Glad you enjoyed it.

[Rania M]

Welcome and stay safe there 😊

[barleygirl]

I really love it when a writer has a fresh outlook on a well-worn topic. I also love it when a writer conveys that twisting confused jumble of contrasting sensations -- a more honest way to show how it can be to experience life changes (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[emipoemi]

I make it a habit to freshen up clichés - :) Thanks for reading! Glad you enjoyed it.

[Cas Murray]

Spring is right around the corner and I can relate to this all too well. Very lovely.

[emipoemi]

Told you: you're not alone. The best poets share a mutual feeling. Thanks for reading. Glad you enjoyed it.

[Carolynn]

Well it’s fall now and reading this just makes me long for spring again. Can I skip winter please.... I love Spring but when it arrives at a time when you have a grieving heart even IT can’t help improve the mood. So this is lovely, yet sad and kind of cool that the actual poem looks like a snowman ;)

[emipoemi]

I honesty didn't see a snowman at first, but hey! Sometimes poetry can be a Rorschach test - lol. yeah, I wrote this with a grieving heart due to my present solitude, but that's the way life can be, and I just write whatever I'm guided to write. Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.

[Carolynn]

My pleasure as always :)

[C.E.M.]

You're a genius. It won't let me just say that so... again... You're a genius.

[emipoemi]

you're not the first to say so ;p Thank you so much! Glad you enjoyed it!

[Lorry]

I think this is a perfect description of spring refreshing the scenery we see around us, bringing a glimpse of hope into a mind darkened by winter, only to be wondered, why am I not truly feeling it, because nature sure does paint pretty, but she's as useless as the rest at mending hearts.
I know that feeling, that life is moving yet e seem to be walking in treacle.Thats what I felt from your words. Superbly written.

[emipoemi]

And that's what I hoped my readers would gather from reading this. Glad you enjoyed it. Thank you!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there are times we feel so loved, so warmed by friendships...but at other times we wonder if we are not out there on those streets alone, and the reality is we don't matter to others. It's a hard feeling...have had it on and off all my life.
it rises like harsh fog no a humid morning...
not a big rhyme fan in general, but mostly when it feels forced and the words only fit form not content...yours don't do that....they feel natural and competent within the scheme of the idea.
j.

[emipoemi]

That's how I play the game - lol! Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.