The seeds were sown,
a hopeful, scattered hand,
Across the barren,
sun-baked, thirsty land.
A promise whispered,
of a vibrant hue,
Of life reborn, a verdant,
fresh debut.
But the wind got there first,
a restless, sweeping gust,
A swirling dervish,
born of sun and dust.
It danced and howled,
a wild, untamed desire,
Long before it
caught like a fire.
It snatched the seeds,
like secrets on the breeze,
And scattered them among
the withered trees,
Across the canyons,
over rocky plains,
A whispered loss, in dry
and dusty strains.
The farmer watched,
a shadow in his eye,
As hope was lifted,
to the empty sky.
He felt the sting,
of efforts gone astray,
His dreams dispersed,
in disarray.
The seeds were lost,
before they found their root,
Before the promise
of a fragile shoot.
A silent sorrow,
etched upon the land,
A fallen dream, slipped
from a weary hand.
The wind moved on,
its fury briefly spent,
A fleeting chaos,
heaven-sent.
And left behind,
a landscape stark and bare,
A whispered echo,
fading in the air.
Long before it caught
like a fire, bright and bold,
The wind had claimed
the story, yet untold.
A tale of promise,
withered in the blast,
A future stolen,
by a moment, passed.
- Author: Dove (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 10th, 2024 12:02
- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by Neville's Poem ...."Hand Full of Ashes"
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 13
Comments6
I am well and truly honoured and you are a real treasure .. Dove .. π€ποΈ
Thank You kindly Sir... ππππ
A beautiful poem, very enjoyable read, Thank you
Awe! I appreciate the read. ThanksπΉπΉπΉπΉ
You are very welcome
I hesitate to write this, because......
Your smooth poem, so well constructed reminds me, no, echoes the apparently never ending conflict in the middle east.....
Great to see you in top form here, Dove.
I can see the similarities of the comparison. Thanks again Dave. ββββπΉπ
nice
Intriguing words Dove but those seeds will grow somewhere.
Andy
As long as there is hope and rain. Thanks again AndyπΉππΉ
Good write Dove.
Thanks again.ππΉπ
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