E Tain Poet Free verse

White Candles of the Last Love

Leaves            of trees
            so tired for a summer
                                             is writhing rusting .

Chestnuts are  blossoming  again,
                                trusted in luxury of heat.
believed  in madness of the weather,
they are opening in the autumn,
                              as sign of the last tired love
and...
       are scorching completely.

 White candles!
the trees as if compose a fire
                                       by naked branches,
and
petal
by
 petal
 -
the  former hopes
are descending
in
the
Oblivion.

Carelessly,
Without sense,
Without a seed ...

there is the sentence of the last love

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Carol Sunshine Brown November 19, 2008 at 7:14 AM Welcome to PoetrySoup. Hope you will continue with your writing and that you share it with the world. Love, Carol

November 16, 2008 at 10:44 AM Wow! This is a wonderful poem with good use of imagery. Visually interesting too. Enjoyed reading this one. I see you recently joined Poetry Soup. Welcome! I hope you enjoy your time spent with us. Best wishes with your writing. Karen

Charles Ruble November 5, 2008 at 3:49 PM Nicely done,great write.A poetry friend always,Charlie