Early spring smooched heart of shrubs evergreen Water vessels of seeds in plant's womb rose Celestial corymbs then blossomed serene At tail end of longing stems sweet buds chose
Flower head, panacea of solitude Cwtching souls in bloom, like delicate petals Unity essence, unrobe multitude Showy rings, dipped in vivid hues sepals
Emotions heartfelt waft efflorescence Express agony and apology Enumerate each style inflorescence Thanks, Grace, Purity, Romance, Royalty
If these blooms could tell tales, each breath in art They'd whisper, " You're the beat of my heart '
I was born, a cerulean celestial corymb among the valley of solitude when early spring smooched the silent shrubs, impregnating them with multitude flowerets fated to sing blue balladries, pen dulcet sonnets and annoint apologies and etch heartfelt eulogies. As I arose to the warm golden rays tickling my delicate petals, delightful euphoria showered the silent valley in bliss. Plethora of my petals bowed to the benevolence of spring enunciating my gratitude. Flutter-bys with frail wings aroused in my seeds, a forbidden love. Zephyr caressed my hues, blessing me with panacea of heartache.
Eventually eventide arrived and along with that his soft footsteps. An ethereal prince homing crystal galaxies in his orbs. Soft rays of sunset glistening the dripping pools in them and silver rivulets cascading down his cheeks, streams of grief. He chose me among millions of florets in our valley, chanting hymns of loveless hearts. He whispered to my heart, an apology to his frozen inamorata, their broken bond which I'm to bend with my spells.
Holding me close to his beating heart, I could listen to all his truths untold. He lost himself chasing the reflection of a kaleidoscope, a loosen kite in the endless empyrean. His heart ached for how his amor resembled me, her heart dying thirsty of his love, negligence fading nuances of life in her soul.
Unbeknownst to me, he had walked into a forsaken valley of death. A flowery casket awaiting him in the half-lit corner. The last of Moonbeams revealed her pale face, a breathless beauty. He laid me on her bosom, tears falling like over-pouring rain. With my last breath I mend the broken bond of love by bridging a broken heart with a deadbeat one.
/ You're the beat of his heart /
He cwtched my frail form Apologizing amor Frozen in casket My last breath as adorned wreath Life lost, not his love for her
Change rose thirsty of lost love Can forlorn love bloom ? Can love lose ?
btsloveCan forlorn love bloom?.... Your mind your thoughts Never fail to amaze me and your reader
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This is a poetry style I really haven’t ever experimented with before, so admittedly I don’t really know what to write but I figured I’d give it a try, nonetheless. Hopefully the final product isn’t too bad for my first go-around. #wov2#kri_k_sni #tanka#quinzaine