Totally Optional Evocation
Spring’s Dream
Flowers rained from the sky.
Sunlight waterfall of daisies.
Sweet kiss of rose petals
my crimson shroud.
Stricken from confession,
I lay prostrate, wasted.
And honeyed-dew
coated the iris as it fell.
Beauty is no elixir for the soul.
I weep. There are tears of lilies
mourning your departure,
fair company, indeed,
in your absence.
I made the deadline, anyway. You can go to Totally Optional Prompts to read more evocative poems.
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Wonderful contrajuxtaposition of images! What a gift!
Super-fast and super-nice! Many thanks! -tom
Beauty and pain. Life! Perfect! ~Linda
Thanks! -tom
Worth the wait. ( ,)
Thanks, Alan! -tom