Across the wild velvet moor,
when delicate bluebells yawn
near crystal rill, a belle sings,
on each bright summer morn.

*The imagery here is very beautiful and delicate. I loved how each word describes something so perfectly. Your diction is spot on as well. An interesting way to start a poem :] *

humming songs of eternal wait,
crouched on gravel brown
painting memories of yesters,
long after sundown,

*For some reason the word "brown" really sticks out in this stanza and I like that. I guess it's because the words around it demand your attention but brown is usually a word the eyes overlook because it's not exciting like chocolate or auburn. So I don't know if you did that on purpose but clever on your part :] I also love the "crouched on gravel" too. Very creative wording.*

though several summers have passed ,
since the day of his no-return,
still 'neath flickering promises,
lingers lullabies of nocturne.

*Awwh that's sad but the part about the lullabies was a nice touch. Gives me some hope that something good will happen soon. Again loving the diction and the way you're placing your words*

Swept by time, one fateful day,
a stony silence ensued
there fell the last solitary tear,
of love, hurt, and an adieu.

*Here in the last line I'd take out "an" before adieu. I was reading it and it flows much better with out it. I also like that you used that word and not goodbye or something. Also loved the "stony silence" good contrast. *

but they say, across the moor,
when delicate bluebells yawn,
still echoes a mellifluous song,
on each bright summer morn.

*Loved how you returned to the beginning. This was a wonderful poem dear. I liked a lot of aspects about it. Mainly the imagery and the way you placed your words. Hope to have some more from you soon :] -Nik*

Liked the depiction of this poem. Wonderful selection of words.
"...though several summers have passed ,
since the day of his no-return,
still 'neath flickering promises,
lingers lullabies of nocturne'.

Love these lines!

Beautiful poem with an intriguing mythological feel to it. I Hear the melodies drifting across the flower-strewn moors as we wait for the one who has left us.

This is an amazing masterpiece. The rhyme flow and imagery stands out from the run of the mill poems

Dang!! Sometimes I wish I could write like you...this is soooo touchingly sad and beautiful with traces of tear drops..wow..I loved this write my friend...beautifully penned.

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.

Moved.Well Written5/5