Have I Given You a Season?

You are neither winter nor summer.

Have I Given You A Season?

Dedicated to: Aseel Kawash

Have I ever mentioned

The hot chocolate you invented?

Thick and a little sugary

Poured into the wrong cups

By the scatter of our weekly magazines

Have I ever told you

I've forgotten the orange-redness

Of my hair when I was younger?

I wish I'd chosen dye more wisely

Yet your drawings of me

Of the smile I attempted horribly

And the fiery, red curls

Made me feel less foolish

I always believed time would cease

At the blissful age of sixteen

Yet here you are

All grown up and pristine,

You had begun to fall

Or so you thought

Into the sleepless songs

of 'Does he or Does he not'

Your eyes were the ones singing

And the dark lashes cast a shadow

Against the peak of your cheeks.

Your longing, I thought,

sufficed in the place of Kohl 

And pretty accessories.

Your neck bent from the weight

 Of a hundred ridiculous thoughts,

You loved and loathed the inner commotion

Within your head; a tilted crown that held

Streams of slightly stiffened black hair

Like an untended garden

I seldom hear of a sad love

That cut women's faces

Into more beautiful pictures

I also hear the sound of your heart sometimes

As it creases, hardens and creases again,

And finally plops into a field of sunflowers.

Have I given you a season?

For no particular reason?

You are neither summer nor winter

You are the soft, broken silence

That tiptoes before mornings of early spring

And it all makes it a curious find

To note down that some nightmares

Taste of sweet, dying men of snow

And cream-purple flowers

That pretend to be eager to grow.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

what a beautiful heart felt poem capturing such resonant moments.

[Bright Ocean Star]

This is a beautifully written, sweetly poetic piece of art. So beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us. Nice write!

[Bluefire]

"You loved and loathed the inner commotion
Within your head; a tilted crown that held
Streams of slightly stiffened black hair
Like an untended garden"
~*~
"And it all makes it a curious find
To note down that some nightmares
Taste of sweet, dying men of snow
And cream-purple flowers
That pretend to be eager to grow."
~*~
A soft lullaby of life and memories. It was much like a story of day to day peacefulness in the country or some other place.
Well penned. ^^

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing. I like the story and the journey you took me on.
"You are neither summer nor winter
You are the soft, broken silence
That tiptoes before mornings of early spring"
The above lines are my favorite. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Michael (Letters and Li..]

This poem is awesome and beautiful. I especially love the ending. I also love the whole theme of giving the person a season and describing them as the silence before Spring mornings - That was a brilliant part.

[StarNinja]

Another lovely poem. How is it you're the only person I'll review poems for? Rain you've cast a spell on me with your words! Five stars!