Barren
Frail womb of abandoned land,
yester’s bloom sleeps on sand,
Spring smothered by concrete,
limp wings, desperately plead,
Summer steadily blaze,
dissolving winter’s grace.
Form: Essence
The Essence, created by Emily Romano is a short, structured form of two-lines, six syllables each with an end rhyme and internal rhyme.
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Stong emotions depicted inthe simple poem. Nice to share
wow what a beautiful blog, nice to meet you, thanks for popping over, loved your poem, great imagery and very good balance 🙂
Dropped in from Ayu's blog. This is a really nice post. You describe a very grave situation.
Frail womb and yester's bloom are very strong words indeed. If not taken care of now, there will be no offspring and there will be no tomorrow. I like the way you bring in the summer's blaze and the dissolving winter to add a lasting blow, the punch required to drive home the point. Really nice.
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great structure…new form
passionate poem with good flow and a wonderful choice of words
@Kay
thanks a lot 😀
very well done!
@Ayu
thanks a lot 😀
wow..its the first time ive read an 'essence'…really nice :3