Ceremony.

Ceremony.

A Poem by Crimson_ish
"

A little hope.

"

Lisp of crescent leaves engraves the crisp summer air,
They swing and swing and flow towards tomorrow,
I tip toe upon the crowded Street,
Screams and sounds dissipate into emerging clouds,
I tip toe towards a bridge overlooking tomorrow.


Lisp of crescent leaves cover the hushed threats,
They blossom roses on the martyred  skin,
On the bruised hearts abandoned within palms,
On crushed, mangled closets blossom
Wines of grapes,
On them reside dews of tomorrow.


Lisp of crescent leaves uncover an enthralling passage,
I tip toe towards it.
Feather toes upon resonating stones,
My feet touch the nursing earth.

Wildly I race, race towards the end
I scream, and scream, and laugh,
Crescent leaves now proclaim,
Voices of nearing tomorrow.


Tip toe, I move on the hill,
Crisp summer air charms my autumn chest,
Pastel sky, dusky sun, all embrace my inked fingers,
I settle on the crown, bottled in my escape,
Ready to flow in to an eternal tomorrow.


© 2016 Crimson_ish


Author's Note

Crimson_ish
The usage of word "Lisp" is indeed a strange and erratic one, I tried to employ another word but "Lisp" evokes my idea louder. I used "Lisp" to convey an image of leaves speaking but not lucidly, it's ambiguous but not completely. They speak but not clearly, blurring certain syllables.

If one finds a better word to denote that emotion, please do write it in reviews, thank you :)

Hope you enjoy the positive read :)

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my goodness... there is such a pure touch of natural elements as they flow perfectly in the poem.... i was not familiar with the word Lisp, so i had to find its meaning before continuing the read...
the lines like
"Lisp of crescent leaves engraves the crisp summer air",
"Screams and sounds dissipate into emerging clouds"
"The blossom roses on the martyred skin",
"Feather toes upon resonating stones",
"My feet touch the nursing earth",
"Crisp summer air charms my autumn chest",
"Pastel sky, dusky sun, all embrace my inked fingers",
Absolutely brilliant my dear frnd.... the hope of tomorrow runs through the whole poem.... this is just an example of your frndship and connection with your mind blowing thoughts and vocabulary.... hats off!!!! full ratings!!!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Crimson_ish

9 Years Ago

Haha Thank you so much! You always motivate me! :)

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Added on March 14, 2016
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A woman in her 20s possessing ardent passion for literature and writing, secretly weaved between the trenches of her fingers are silence, melancholy, turmoil, and curiosity. I believe in universe and .. more..

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