Meadow May Embers

"Meadow Mae Embers" [plus a last name] was to be her name. "Mae" is a family name so forgive me the spelling.

The embers of May

light ten thousand flowers

which write on the meadow

a constellation empowered.

Meadow Mae Embers

Will publish forever

ephemeral words

which cannot be read,

for no lines exist

which can possibly say

how much that I loved

the embers of May.

Reviews

[SavannahKay]

I'm so sorry for your loss.. beautifully written and filled with emotion that pours through the words

[Nix is typing...]

I cried while reading this, Ts. Words don't usually move me to tears as much as this one has...
I know the feeling of losing a child, as you know, I lost one a couple of years ago. I know the great pain, sorrow and depresson it brings a person.
As tears streak my cheeks, I give this poem
100/100

I'm so sorry you had to go through this, too.

Nix ❤️

[T.S. Ulmus]

Thank you for the review, it brought me to tears again. Between your passion and mine we probably have tears enough to make a river.

[Nix is typing...]

I just laughed a little through my tears, you're probably right, though. Losing a baby is hard, no matter if you're the mother or the father. When you loved something that much, and it just falls out of your grasp without you having any control over it, it's the most gut-wrenching, heartbreaking thing in the world. I wish things like that wouldn't happen. *Hugs*

[barleygirl]

I can't quite put this all together, but from your intro comment (under title) I get the idea "Meadow Mae Embers" might've been a baby that had been named, but never got a chance to live. If this is indeed the setup for your poem, then I would say that you've SHOWN instead of telling, that this little person's life will always be lit up in someone's heart like flowers in a meadow. That this unfulfilled parent may be writing a ghost-like story in his/her mind, as if imagining what this life might've been like, but these words are only written inside this narrator's head & won't ever be known outside the realm of a bereaved parent watching a non-existent life evolve. Altho the writing is a little vague for me, the concept is a million miles deep & thought-provoking (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[T.S. Ulmus]

You hit it right on the head Margie, we had just picked the name when she miscarried. The poem isn't long or brilliant but it was written through tear-streamed eyes. Thank you for reading and understanding it, your words always mean a lot.

[barleygirl]

I'm very sorry for your loss (((HUGS)))

[Cherrie Palmer]

It is those timeless discoveries that fill up our existence. I love the feeling of nature that mingles with the memory of another. A sea of color forever blooming in the heart. It's beautiful.

[Chris Shaw]

You gave me the imagery of meadows in spring. In particular spring flowers in the meadows of Switzerland with glaciers starting to melt under the strong sunlight and pure, pure air. A lovely memory you generated through your words. Thank you TS.

Chris

[T.S. Ulmus]

Thank you for the read and the review, it's a brief but important poem to me. I'm glad it touched you in some way.

[Chris Shaw]

Spring and rebirth is an important message to us all. Thank you.

[Patricia Wedel]

Meadow Mae Embers... a very enticing name...
when all is said and done for the season of Madness... we will remember your poetry of
the embers of May... dreaming of a day where the air is fresh with morning dew. gently, Pat

[T.S. Ulmus]

Spring will come again after this long winter of our discontent. Thank you for your words and thoughts.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Nicely written. "ephemeral words" I like this. Ephemeral is a good word.

[T.S. Ulmus]

Thank you for the read and the review, it is an important poem to me and I'm happy that someone else enjoyed it.

[Richard🖌]

Dear TS,

Knowing a bit about what the core essence of this poignantly beautiful poem is about, I'd like to share my sincerely meant compassion with you, My Fine Friend.
I would be hard-pressed to find a work more wondrously and tenderly laid upon the page, or more profoundly expressed from its author's thoughts, feelings, emotions, and soul.
Excellently rendered in smooth flowing syntax, vividly touching metaphor, and the softest rhymes that could be made to befit the sombre, yet, sparkling moment your words have created … only the heart and spirit can hear.

With brightest blessings! ⁓ Richard 🍃

[T.S. Ulmus]

A More beautiful review I could not hope for, I cried... literally your words made me cry. Thank you for your thought and time.

[Richard🖌]

From one brother to another, most humbly.

[Richard🖌]

A beautiful penultimate line, TS … the only critique would be to use a size smaller font in a softer blue to match its tender moment.
A most embracing, sweetly rendered piece 🌾