Juliet Ligon Poet Lento

Coos

Above a weeping cherry tree,
whereof storm clouds depart their ways,
a dove extends a mournful plea.
A love, in quietude, delays.

He weaves a mansion, weather prone.
Free leaves descend against his will.
He grieves a heart he's never known.
She leaves a feather for a quill.

6-19-2021
Lento - 8 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May

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Sam Kauffman July 9, 2021 at 9:43 AM High fives and three cheers for this elegant, lyrically flowing poem that defintely tugs on the heartstrings, Juliet. Wonderfully written. I love the sound of the doves in the morning. Blessings!

Jan Allison July 5, 2021 at 5:33 AM exquisite poetry Juliet, many congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx

Christuraj Alex July 4, 2021 at 9:47 PM Beautiful. Congratulations!

Gershon Wolf June 20, 2021 at 5:56 PM This is beautiful, Juliet. Superb poesy. Peace and Serenity, Gershon Juliet Ligon June 22, 2021 at 5:58 AM Thanks, Gershon.

Quoth Theraven June 19, 2021 at 3:18 PM Juliet, Doesn't take much to melt it, like falling in love over and over again. A poem so deliciously sweet from the clouds divide over a weeping cherry tree to ending line born in perfect rhyme 'She leaves a feather for a quill.' Well done. -Richard Juliet Ligon June 22, 2021 at 5:58 AM Thanks, Richard.