Withering Memories

Crisp autumn breezes complicate life

The sight of warmth and care

Handpicking their loved ones

Stringing together their perfect boque

 

The sound of wind chimes echoe

Humming acient tunes from the past

Watching the water of despair fall

Only being able to see through the shining reflection

 

Withering with last repects and feelings

The truth of life is blown up

The scent of self graditude fades oh so slowly

Losing will to live with the unbearable reality

 

Petals fall one by one

Touching down on the water's surface

The rimes of  fears and memories are spread

Expanding to the outer mists of the night

 

The tree of forgiving and prayer

The tree of life and love

Standing along time through casualaties

Defeating all odds in war

 

Its flowers bloom with dreams of loved ones

The forgotten memories blow with the wind

Till they wither away

With it, tears form the surrounding pond

 

Withering flowers that show loss of hope

Touching the pond of tears

Glowing with a magical sight surrounding

Resting until time decides on when to bloom again.

Reviews

[GlamGirl]

Great poem! Very beautiful and peaceful imagery. Keep writing!

[Hayley]

Fantastic imagery, I am a fan!
Amazing: The tree of forgiving and prayer
The tree of life and love
Standing along time through casualaties
Defeating all odds in war

[Ayumu♥]

Beautiful words. well spoken. :) there were a few mispellings and grammar problems. Just reread through it and im sure youll catch them. Good write. :)

[cfix]

I really enjoyed this...espec..the last stanza,
Such a powerful write. I enjoyed this.

[Lily Mae]

"The tree of forgiving and prayer
The tree of life and love".
With the belief in things such as these all things are possible.. As long as we remember that all things can bloom again:) xx Beautiful write..x

[tekphobik]

The use of the seasons as metaphor and the turning time was a strong point. I like the way it suggests that things change, and there's not always a control to the change.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

The last stanza is outstanding, the whole poem is a vision that plays out in the mind of the reader. This is a favourite my friend.