Unsung
October 16th, 2007 by Yvonne
This shattered heart pieced together
in jagged edges, a thwarted shape,
by night pain plagues me
Peeling through sticky tape.
Held in a song unsung,
Composed in winter days,
My memory it kindles,
Let go, I cannot taste.
Now dewdrops fill my thwarted shape
in Spring, blossoms bloom and grow,
Tho’ multi rays bow the horizon,
The unsung snowflake follows.
Posted in Poetry |
October 17th, 2007 at 3:57 am
Wah..sounds chim, but I like it..
It’s so … mind relaxing..
October 17th, 2007 at 10:16 am
Pink Leo: I am glad you liked it!
November 16th, 2007 at 10:13 pm
The unsung snowflakes follow
Each unsung but unique, dies into the ground
Turns to water and so
Gives life, gives life as spring mounts
All life is a circle
Each snowflake knows not where
Its place at any time nor its meaning being nurtured
Only nature, all knowing, discloses, when it gets there
And each and every dear, no less, little snowflake
Gives life, gives life as nature it too makes
As nature, it too makes