Nette Onclaud Poet Prose

Mound of Sorrow

oh how cold
the drift of migrant winds 
unto the strip of lawn, 
their newly planted garden 
now slowly blooming
with jasmines and herbs  that rise
above a pile of flakes.

Will he ever know how 
she tended each bud
unfurling fingers to touch the lattice
of night stars? Her pale body leans 
upon a mound as she lifts her cheeks 
to seek his  face on a hazy twirl of lamplight; 
while December’s froth scrapes her breath
melting the dew…bending her form
which drops in a waterhole of sorrow.

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Poem for Carol Eastman
Sumbitted 6/19/2016

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Poet Destroyer A January 11, 2015 at 9:08 PM Nice win Nette...Linda

Dr. Upma A. Sharma January 6, 2015 at 3:44 AM Great marvel Nette! Congrats on top win!

Kayod5 Kayode January 6, 2015 at 12:10 AM This is great nette, I really enjoyed it;congrats on the win...huggs

Maurice Yvonne January 5, 2015 at 5:32 PM Excellent, Congratulations on your win nette.

Jan Allison January 5, 2015 at 11:41 AM such beautiful yet sad imagery many congrats on your win:-) Hugs Jan xx

Dr.Ram Mehta January 5, 2015 at 8:08 AM Very fine title with a brilliant write, nette, congrats on the win

Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty January 4, 2015 at 11:58 PM Hi nette. Congratulations on win. Love and respect. God bless you. Rajat

Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty December 29, 2014 at 3:50 AM Awesome nette "unfurling fingers to touch the lattice of night stars?" use of word "lattice" is brilliant.Good luck poet >>>>rajat

Bl Devnath December 24, 2014 at 1:00 PM Beautiful poem enjoyed from you. Wish you Happy Merry Christmas, my lovey friend. Loved always,bl

Richard Lamoureux December 24, 2014 at 10:10 AM Brilliant piece! Merry Christmas Nette!

Monterey Sirak December 24, 2014 at 7:53 AM Merry Christmas, Nette.

M. L. Kiser December 22, 2014 at 12:57 PM A somewhat sad, but endearing tale; beautifully penned.

Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther December 22, 2014 at 12:27 PM You have a GENUINE lust for words. Very good Nette

Anne-Lise Andresen December 22, 2014 at 4:53 AM - Nette my friend, a very beautiful poem - I wish you and your family a beautiful Christmas! - oxox // Anne-Lise // <3 2 U!!!

Liam Mcdaid December 22, 2014 at 4:18 AM deep drawing very beautifully painted nette truly excellent pen dear friend

Carl Fraser December 21, 2014 at 9:28 PM This is absolutely brilliant Nette, I could feel the creeping hush of the fog settle down upon the resting place, your words and expression are perfect. Great write my friend, blessings Carl

David Meade December 21, 2014 at 9:04 PM Grief and love mix in your words . . . hopefully as the pain of lost eases without losing the dear memories, her love will blossom to honor his life by fully living her calling.

Joseph May December 21, 2014 at 5:52 PM Melancholy imagery sets the tone for this amazing piece filled with powerful emotions...best wishes

Manny Paras December 21, 2014 at 4:05 PM How you paint a setting with strokes of tender images and restrained pain is unbelievable. The visceral utterances of lines depicting symbolism of flowers as a creative device works well for me. Can't get my mind off the end lines! A fave!

Lauren Knight December 21, 2014 at 3:56 PM Moving and eerily brilliant, your language and form is amazing, but what really makes it in the sincerity and subtleties of deep emotion that run throughout, Lauren

Rora Onna December 21, 2014 at 3:38 PM Oh wow! A poet's poetry, so wistful and poignant in mood and tonality. I had to really pause to breathe in the last line. Your extraordinary style, even in the midst of death's theme really stands out, Nette!