The Last Yearn

by Lonely Rider   Sep 28, 2011


Tiny circles of silver ashes,
decked her wings ,
as she orbed around
trampled remnants,

smoke filled milieu,
beckoned her,
among eerie copper leaves,
-Fluttering-
desperately she searched
for her summer bloom,
with lively purple petals.

awaiting her arrival,
soaked in lonely moonlit sighs,
S L O W L Y
faded in the dark,
a life.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Decayed

    Eerie..it gave me chills.
    I love the s l o w l y part, and the choice of wording.
    Well done.

  • 13 years ago

    by Dreamofolwin

    Your poems are always beautiful written and touching Raj.... and I just loved this one by you. You have a way with words, and a real talent that shines in this piece. You have brought nature, sadness, and love all together and produced an exquisite write :))

    Excellent Raj! ... :D

    Lots of Love :) ... Olwin

  • 13 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Such a sad write and very vivid. I could picture an angel with broken wings and a broken life..touching.

  • 13 years ago

    by Cinnamonspice

    What beauty this poem showed me, it had such a calm gentle feeling about it. Amazing on all points

    Connie

  • 13 years ago

    by Sylvia

    Raj, this has to be about a butterfly. That is the image that immediately came to mind but if the reader really looks more closely it could also be about a young. If that is the case, good use of metaphors. In any event, well done.

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