Dead Flower Sunrise

by Maple Tree   Sep 29, 2014


In dark of night I squint my eyes,
lonesome tears are recognized.

Autumn's chill
on window sill...

Winter's upon these silly fears
night whispers of past years.

Being silent far to long
choking on memories of wrong.

I was a meadow, where flowers died
soil grew poison out of mistakes tried.

Nothing seemed as they should
until shadows exposed all that is good.

Yes, darkness exposes sunlights grace
you can see it upon my face....

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  • 9 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Again - love the rawness, love the emotions that are clear within each line and how you also make this poem flow a little bit like a beat, a song, or just something that should have music to it!!

    The rhyme in the poem worked for me, and it is not too often we say rhyming poetry from you these days, so I enjoyed that part of it.

    The title it something special there on its own, what a powerful little play on words!

    Being silent far to long

    - to = too, as in too much.

    sunlights grace =

    sunlight's grace, to show belonging.

    you can see it upon my face -

    - I feel you need one little word added here between "it... and upon" I know the poem reads fine without one, but when I read the poem, it held a flow to it, and it broke it here and for me it was a bit too quick.

    How can you see it on your face... just one word like "sleeping, resting, glowing, dancing, smiling, shining, appearing, just any verb that describes what grace of sunlight is doing on your face.

    Another lovely write by you. I do love your work!!

  • 9 years ago

    by Dancing Rivers

    Wow, that is intensely beautiful!!! So haunting, melancholy and vivid,I adore this poem, adding it to my favourites :-)