From Here After

From Here After

It began so warm,
the whispering lullabies echoed
from twittering insects along a summer breeze.
Saturating my nights with visions of yearning. 

The Winter chill,
thrusts mortality along the rigor of blossoming buds.
Foundations of tenderness, structured to fail. 

She was beautiful,
your wintery chill of death.
The pale skin bled like milk along your fingertips.
Her glance with its frosted crystal blues froze your steps,
and brought your hasty departure from the warmer winds.

“Hereafter I declare the execution of spring!” you sang.
Spouting sonnets that grounded me to memory and attaching her
to your physical being. “I sang all wrong in my declarations of love” you bellowed,
Spring sprang too abruptly, you had not realized what had gone.
To committed to that distant chill to settle amongst the sun. 

And so you sprinted,
back to the winter of deceit.
And thus the winter brisk shone bright.
The bleakness of an existence of gloom and gripe. 

A world where spring is spurned.
A world where winter is endured. 

Author's Note

Reviews are ALWAYS appriciated. I'm working hard to make my poetry up to par and your reviews are always welcome ^_^

Reviews

[Brianna Brie]

And so you sprinted,
back to the winter of deceit
The sun bowed out, to shattered to see this complete

Your description is impressive in this poem. I like your use of the seasons. Kudos!

[Jean]

Good wording and flow. :)
Thanks for joining my contest. :D

[Vera Iconica]

Very nice. It had a good flow.

[Taylor H]

i really liked the lines

The pale desolate skin bled milk along your fingertips
A glance of frosted crystal warmed the arctic breeze
of my hasty departure along the warmer winds


this was an really great poem

[An owl on the moon]

The coldness and despair move like dark storms through your words... Everything was masterfully done, though these words struck me the deepest:

She was beautiful, your wintery chill of death . The pale desolate skin bled milk along your fingertips

So deep and flawless...

[Amanda]

nicely descriptive and beautifully done, my dear Steffi....to me, it's like a tug of war, with the cold and chill of winter not wanting to let go and spring coming forth, not wanting to be denied. just lovely...

Amanda

[Victoria Harlequin]

Wow...
Very detailed, I like this!
Of course, my vocabulary isn't that great so I had to read it over twice.
BUT! It is very interesting. Great write