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.
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Author:
sophin (Pseudonym) (
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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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