Island of Broken Dreams
Along life’s seashore grows my rundown tree,
It’s roots charting a past that drains away
Where branches limp no longer fancy-free
To pale against one ardent summer day:
Hyacinths caress me as I drag by
While rainfall thaws the elder leaves which rip
Hours spent with my child...when dark tides imply
A troubled crest of farewell losing breaths’ grip.
How dreams on an isle engulf ardor’s pact
For toss of waves crashes like brittle glass,
Shattering his tomorrows, now abstract
That never can flowers shade grief, alas!
Boney brown leaves now fall from the willow ,
For I’m draped in the grayest of sea-dune...
Although a wind echoes our trill quite hollow
This heart freezes unmoved in my cocoon.
Written For Broken Wings' Contest
Empty Your Soul With Words: Theme 4
Quatrain form: abab rhyme 11/21/2017
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2017
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