Guilt Will Wilt the Sweetest Flower

Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower,
Cause the very sun to glower,
Though the skies their tears may shower.
Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower.

Shame will tame the lion's power,
Make the boldest warrior cower,
Turn the taste of triumph sour.
Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower.

For each mister, miss, or madam,
Son or lover— this is so.
In the Bible Eve and Adam
Did discover long ago...

That guilt will wilt the sweetest flower,
Steal the pleasure from the hour,
Even in the greenest bower—
Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower.


– Harley White  

< 1987 >
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Ravidas Avatar
April 12, 2019 at 4:41 PM
But why rhyme?! I don't get it. English poetry is pretty, uhmmm, complicated)
White Avatar
April 12, 2019 at 4:46 PM
You can pick whatever you feel is appropriate for your post.
Ravidas Avatar
April 12, 2019 at 12:23 PM
May you explain me one thing which is outside your poetry? Why do poets in a here specify their verses as "rhyme", while they rhyme at best the last line in a quatrain only? Is it ok?
White Avatar
April 12, 2019 at 3:47 PM
Since it is necessary to put a form for the poem when you post it, it is often easier just to call it rhyme.
Ravidas Avatar
April 12, 2019 at 11:55 AM
The background sounds too. Rain? Singing is definitely a spell) It's due to choreus, I think. This poetic metre is pretty stunning. But the most important thing is the author's talent for sure.
White Avatar
April 12, 2019 at 3:45 PM
No rain, just a primitive recording. Anyway I'm glad you like it. Thanks.
Ravidas Avatar
April 11, 2019 at 2:15 PM
Hmm, it sounds like a spell. Does it? Does it!? I feel it works!!! Somebody, anybody, please, spell me back!)
White Avatar
April 11, 2019 at 4:00 PM
You're not far off with a spell. It is a song from my version of the tale "Est of the Sun and West of the Moon", which can be heard in a primitive recording here... clyp.it/kwbupbfa
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