Rebirth of a Season

sophin

i did not expect it,

for how could i, the golden tunes

maple leaves, colored bright

and fleeting, a gentle breeze

under the glow of a lantern light,

a pair of butterflies:

their wings flicker

and dissipate

and i breathe another breath

in this lifetime,

and my heart is heavy from the rain

of the funeral of a friend

the flashing white wings

the halo across the threads

the strong steel strings

the swaths of faded red

and i remember the winter days

my hands tucked in the wooden

grooves, i weaved a tapestry

from the remnants of a season

shining colors, battered by time

comes back to echo in my ears

the sweet song of someone

i didn’t think i’d hear again,

it broke free and shattered

shards of amber on the ground

against the light: iridescent wings

fluttering slowly into the clouds.

  • Author: sophin (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 22nd, 2022 16:37
  • Comment from author about the poem: my brother inherits my cello, plucks it out of its steel cage, where it had been frozen in time. how could i ever forget the sound?
  • Category: Reflection
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  • KeneBujold

    well done Sophin. I especially like the driving rhythm you build through the lines...and my heart is heavy 2 the swaths of faded red. not sure how to offer criticism here, since I'm new, but you might want to consider cutting the "and" that starts the next line. With some punctuation after red, beginning next line with I would continue to drive the pulse of the poem. Please take my view for what it is, just a thought on maintaining that nice rhythm you have



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