Sara Kendrick Poet Sonnet

Down Where the Forsythia Blooms

Down the road where the Forsythia bloomed
Bright yellow despite dark clouds amassed
Flooding rains, thunder, lightening flashed
Touched with sadness for home removed

Spirits of hardy souls still live
Floating shrouds mixed with the rain
Hear their voices in the howling wind
Feel their presence in Bamboo Chimes again

On days like today with gray_flooding
Winds that chill_sleep elusive
One bright spot offers assurance_comfort
Knowing that in our going memories will linger


For at least one generation children will see
Our lives lived down where the Forsythia blooms

(I know that the rhyming and syllable count is off)

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Carol Fillmore March 10, 2011 at 1:48 PM Enjoyed this write Sara! Thanks for your comment on my Diminished Hexsaverse:) Carol

Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 10, 2011 at 9:24 AM No matter bout the rhyme and syllable count Sara ..the beauty and sensitivity of this poem is enchanting ... elegant words create a lovely visual image of the stunning blooms and deeper meanings... enjoyed wsith lluv..

Carolyn Devonshire March 10, 2011 at 8:24 AM Beautifully penned, Sara. The forsythias used to be a sign of spring in NJ. Sometimes when a house is destroyed by lightning the flowers surrounding it remain untouched. Love, Carolyn

Christopher Flaherty March 10, 2011 at 7:14 AM Hi Sara Lovely and to answer your question yes I am on facebook. Dont realy know how it works but yes

Poet Tacito March 10, 2011 at 7:07 AM Hey, no matter what count is off, this was damn impressive.