Misty Petals The Sunday Whirl #207

Smiles repeated in time
say goodbye to winter.
Sudden spring is the hesitation of a man hunted
under the tenacity of the sun’s rays.
 
Life’s river:
Eyes light up cities with figures and fire
published as day,
yet the wind sleeps on streets alone at night.
 
When eternity is not the exact death we want
and dust is more like memory’s petals falling.
 
Before the mist descends on bodies branded.
Before the lump of heartbreak’s hesitation.

Process notes:
It’s good to be back. Thanks, Brenda.

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9 responses to “Misty Petals The Sunday Whirl #207

  1. “When eternity is not the exact death we want.” I’m with you on that one.

  2. After reading the piece, I went back to the title again, Pamela. It echos the emotion of your words. I love this.

  3. I like it. I read it several times. not sure exactly what it is about it…it’s just good. : )

  4. beautiful piece of writing. Especially love the second stanza

  5. Love the idea of eyes lighting up the city by day. An interesting piece.

  6. This is much more upbeat than the way the words affected others, and I applaud you and your poem.

  7. And it is good to have you back Pamela and on top form as ever! ‘then eternity is not the exact death we want’ really sprang out of this poem.. i guess peace maybe a more valuable gift both in this life and the next

  8. “memory’s petals falling”—that’s lovely imagery.

  9. Gorgeous poem, Pamela. I particularly loved, “When eternity is not the exact death we want
    and dust is more like memory’s petals falling.”

I appreciate all comments.

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