The seasons are scattered and sown like dust on a dream The petals are parted now wilted now watered now melted into moonbeams. The night is nameless and fragrant as fire a kiss, a caress a question, a guess a poet upon a pyre. The flame is refused replaced in reality Desire defused creation confused ensconced in eternity So it is I find safety in silence muting the mind deadly divine no rememberance -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I hid a lot of little gems of wordplay in this, not all the words are meant to mean what they do. This poem has a lot of mystical symbolism in it, I wonder if anyone can spot that. Also I was experimenting with an uncommon rhyme scheme and alliteration.
I think the first is a stanza apart. I love the imagery! I just kept picturing petals being melted in a large cauldron, turning into a creamy white gold that was then poured across the sky as moonbeams. I always enjoy your poetry, this one especially, thanks.
I love the last stanza, and the second stanza bar the last line. Those bits of the poem make it the best thing I have read lately, and one of the most magical poems of yours (on the basis of what I have read, of course). I think EternalHunter gave the most eloquent and enchanting description of how this made me feel...I'm going to have a bath now, and I wish it was your moonbeams I could bathe in...I want to soak my heart and soul in all you have written here
I am glad you liked it! It actually all started in a content analysis class, where a group was studying the sitcom friends and they said they used a sample in which they scattered the seasons of the show. Somewhow the words "scattered the seasons" stuck in my head and thats how the poem began. Enjoy your bath firebelle, I wish I could give you a young waterfall of words to bathe in. God bless you!
