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

Date: 7/9/2021 9:43:00 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

Date: 7/5/2021 5:33:00 AM

exquisite poetry Juliet, many congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx

Christuraj Alex

Date: 7/4/2021 9:47:00 PM

Beautiful. Congratulations!

Gershon Wolf

Date: 6/20/2021 5:56:00 PM

This is beautiful, Juliet. Superb poesy. Peace and Serenity, Gershon

Juliet Ligon
Date: 6/22/2021 5:58:00 AM

Thanks, Gershon.

Quoth Theraven

Date: 6/19/2021 3:18:00 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
Date: 6/22/2021 5:58:00 AM

Thanks, Richard.