each petal that falls even
from the homeliest blossom
is grieved by the congregation
of blooms in the garden
a solitary demise
is not an isolation
though not heard nor seen
the emptiness it creates
hangs heavy and tumid
untunes the euphony of echoes
and casts thick darkness
in the serenity of white clouds
puts the glade, the lake in gloom
pink and yellow bells toll
an earnest elegy for the fallen
a solitary demise is not an isolation These are lines of a lifetime.....worth an applause.... by the ways...i scribbled something too....by the name of darkest dawn before night....maybe u can have a look at it..
Real poetry with great descriptions, imagery and lovely composition.
I enjoyed this one Eddie. It is though the flowers sense their own demise through one petal drop.
That is why we mourn and want to be surrounded while it is happening. Thoughtfull piece
This poem as so much soul. 'untunes the euphony of echoes' did it for me. It is very very beautiful and written with such dignity. Karin Anderson
An excellent elegy. Even the flowers feel. My mind goes back to Wordsworth: Even the smallest flower that blows To me can give thoughts that lie Too deep for human tears. I am quoting from memory, if wrong, please make amends. CP
you end your pen with wonderful and unforgettable words. A great piece.
Your last lines are simply enchanting. Beautiful write. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i must say.....this is delicate.....very delicate...