Roses Posted January 15, 2018 Report Share Posted January 15, 2018 Hello everyone, I thought I would start sharing some poetry again. Can't promise it will be cheery words but I love expressing myself through word and art forms. Here goes.... The Promise Of Spring (Feb 2017) The dark footsteps that follow me today are cold - And the bright rays of sun will not release me either. The deathly grip of light holds fast - As the growing darkness surrounds me. Void of joy - there is no solace in the birdsong. As I walk - is the grass not green? Do the leaves not bud for Spring? All I see are the withered branches of winter - The fallen trees of the gale. There is a birch whose leaves cling to it's body; Dead they have clung on all winter - They refuse to pass from this realm to the next. How eerie the sound, reminding me that death is ever present. As loud to me as a ringing bell; All shiny and prompt - heralding in a new era. But please spare me the joy of Spring - I see the crocus leaves, the daffodil leaves. They spring forth merrily from the ground - as if to torment me! Such joy I will not feel For today I find that hope is lost. And the promise of hope a masquerade. For surely it will bloom for only a sort while; Before returning to wait again - in the slumber of the earth. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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