Cold Bright Whiteness (innocence lost)

Unmetered Rhyming Couplets (formerly Unmetered Quatrains) in honor of Einstein Noodles' love of flowers.

Cold Bright Whiteness

What soul's naïve appearance shall awaken dark dormant me, 
and tread the road that leads where innocence should never be. 

Far into those mountains crowned by winter snows anew, 
there upon the hillside steep a solitary flower grew. 

From all my darkest moments, alas, I'd learned so very well, 
the flower would be gone with Winter's first hard freezing spell. 

Like death that rattles its bleached and brittle bones, 
all that was ever mine and lost, is what some other person loans … 

and, as the candlelight fades in its last drawn flick of gold … 
in contemplation, I've learned why when it's dark it seems so cold.

Like a beaten, worn-out mallet the cobbler's hands once warmed, 
I’ve lain upon this oft-used bed where foreboding loves were formed. 

So, come grace this bed, beautiful flower; as the sun, I'll warm your hand … 
then, wilt you with my "Cold Bright Whiteness", like snow and ice upon the land.


Richard W. Jenkins
©2015

Author's Note

Picture, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

Constructive critique is always welcome. : )

Reviews

[Mirror]

When i read your description in honor of Einstein Noodles, I felt the love.
Unmetered Rhyming Couplets (formerly Unmetered Quatrains) returned me back to my books!!!

Well done!

Beauty. Death. Innocence. compassion. Hope. Above all, "From all my darkest moments, alas, I'd learned so very well," Enlightenment!

[Richard🖌]

Many thanks, Mirror, for sharing your insights, praise, and sentiments of this rather poignant piece.

Blessings! ⁓ Richard : )

[Terrence Chang]

The rhythms were phenomenal. Up standing write of class Sir

[Richard🖌]

Many thanks, Terrence, for all the praise! 〜 Richard

[1VJ]

You are a skilled artisan, there's a unique blend of softness amid stark allusions. The oft used bed, flowers and candlelight, all set the mood for this delightful and stirring piece of poetry, it's lovely and a little naughty at the same time. Simply fantastic.

[Richard🖌]

When a reviewer speaks such wondrous blissfulness to me about one of my poems, Dear Dove, it cannot help but stir the fibers of my being in some meaningful way … and I think my pen is ready to go into action again … thank you, my lovelier than lovely friend, for suitably taking my breath! 〜 Richard