Like daffodils this year, she bloomed early,
Defying the cold, that still lingered.
The frost caught her unawares,
She tasted the bitterness
Of the morning chill, and
Emerged alive, but
The cool petals
Of her lips
Lost their
Youth.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
An interesting interpretation, and the last line so true!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Viv. I didn't really know what to do with this prompt until I saw daffodils "shocked" by an overnight frost. They didn't die, they made a comeback, but never looked the same.
DeleteI love love love that first line! I think it should be a future prompt.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! :-)
DeleteThe last line stole my breath!!! BTW, I just tagged you. You IT!
ReplyDeleteYou don't have to play, but you may:) See guidelines here.http://anotherporch.blogspot.com/2012/03/blogger-tag.html
Thank you, Janet!
DeleteWill be over shortly to see what it's about :-)
I like how you've captured the "fading out" of the photo transitions in your imagery!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Claire!
DeleteLoads of truth in the last line, Sasha.
ReplyDeletePamela
Thank you very much, Pamela!
DeleteI like this poem much. It is sort of like a big giant haiku to me, the way it sets a scene, a landscape of being, then shifts and relates that wonderful powerful ending, making the meaning more. I'm not too much on "forms" of any sort, but this subtractive progression is so nicely done and really enhances what the poem has to say. All in all, very nice!
ReplyDeleteAnd I agree with mareymercy about that line. Please remind me later for a future WWP prompt!
neil
Neil, thank you very much for your words.
DeleteI'd be honored if a line from this poem could become a future prompt.