Thirteen belated years

by Dancing Rivers   Nov 18, 2014


Thirteen belated years
mark a time of insolent celebration
from the day you first appeared
yet who can rejoice in this devastation?

A fledgling has lost her wings,
behold, heaven no longer sings!

Thirteen years I've lost,
Ay, kaleidoscopic nightmares,
are the price it has cost
for leaving my sister back there.

Death has compromised your purity,
for in reality, corpses rot you see.

Thirteen belated years,
now heaven waters earth,
with my little sisters tears,
a promise of rebirth?

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  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Wow - this is really heart welling stuff. Excellent piece. I love lines 5 and 6.

    • 8 years ago

      by Dancing Rivers

      Thanks. It was a tribute to my babe sister who died before she lived

  • 9 years ago

    by Kate

    I love the rhyme here. It gives an element of being rehearsed, as if it is a speech, and the subject works well with that feeling because it is something that may be thought about time and time again. I love that aspect of it.

    Flow is nice. Very smooth and polished and you do it effortlessly. Or at least it seems so.

    I like the sullen feel to the poem. The vocabulary goes very well with it.

    Just one thing, if you are writing a poem that consists of verses with four lines it may help the flow of you keep them all four lines because, even though the two solo lines are powerful, I feel like it gives the flow a little hiccup feeling.

    Overall a great poem.

  • 9 years ago

    by DarkLight

    :)

  • 9 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Such a sad poem about the death of a loved one, and the mourning and longing that still goes on for those who have been left.

    I like how you have the number in the title too, I think it shows that we always remember, and although it may get easier, we are always counting how long we have lived without them.

    Your ending is interesting with rain representing tears and the possibility of a rebirth.

  • 9 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Such a sad poem about the death of a loved one, and the mourning and longing that still goes on for those who have been left.

    I like how you have the number in the title too, I think it shows that we always remember, and although it may get easier, we are always counting how long we have lived without them.

    Your ending is interesting with rain representing tears and the possibility of a rebirth.