Winter whistles slowly to spring's rhyme.
Sin falls gently to night's edge.
She comes lightly as snow,
goes heavily as snow.
Man fails woman.
And I know.
Like the razored point of an icicle, this one slides down the grasp leaving a cold sharpness of the soul. Beautifully envisioned and crafted, Anne.
I came back to this one. There is a stunning, painful beauty here that cannot be ignored, nor forgotten. Be blessed, my friend.
Maybe you think man do fail woman but its so unbelievable how things works and it all have to be a good feeling to be successful in an area and others failed in another. Good Poem
'Sin falls gently to night's edge' - a wonderful expression par excellence! 'She comes lightly as snow, goes heavily as snow. Man fails woman. And I know.' - Leaves a lot of space for imagination!
(continued) ..well (again!) , leave it to a woman poet to bring up the subject of a man failing! ! ! ha ha. if you know, i hope it didn't hurt too much! of course, a woman NEVER fails a man; i've been divorced three time. would i know? bri :)
well, i've heard of people falling/failing due to sin, whatever sin is! but NOT sin falling to night's edge......until now. it is dark outside here, near midnight. perhaps if i look outside....................? having grown up where winters had lots of snow, i know some is light and some heavy. but how that figures with the woman i can not guess. (to be continued) ..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very effective abruptness to the last line