Forlorn Hope

Sitting on the cusp of dusk and evening Placidly he ruminates where life has been When she still believed in vibrant springs And exulted dawning of purple mornings Echoing exuberance of seasons’ calling Fragile, yet colorful, as autumnal leaves Delicate, aesthetic, as snowflakes falling-- Until she chose to surrender her dreams. Oh! how fervently she cherished streams Zigzagging ebulliently on their property Digging lanes through prairies dark green, Giggling, rushing, curving, on life-journey, Pointing zealously, how to redirect destiny Hosting daydreams of daffodils, milkweeds, And tranquil bliss edifying lotus sanctuary. Pity, neither did he feel her zestful appeal, Nor could he allay those spaces left empty-- Between life as it is, and life that could be-- Saddled by incongruence defying harmony. Lonesome he wailed tracing her footprints: Cheered birds singing, doted stars twinkling, Breathed-in her air scented with jasmines, Buzzed in moth-passions of nocturnal winds, Gazed deep woods where moon was rising, And found her there, but not her meaning. Yet, she came by, reminiscing through time, Staying long enough, scanning the night skies-- But much as she tried, the Venus didn’t smile, Alas! when she left, that was final goodbye. April 28, 2021 Poem of the day on April 29, 2021 Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 2 Poetry Contest Sponsor: Edward Ibeh Title chosen: Forlorn Hope