I walked among the quiet stems, where sunlight touched the earth’s hidden gems, and found a bloom, so still, so shy beneath the vast unchanging sky.
It spoke no word’s, yet told me all of how winds through branches call, and how the morning’s glow is all the world should ever know.
I asked it then, why do you stay in shadows soft and light’s delay? But silence echoed in the air a secret hidden everywhere.
The world, It moves relentless and fast, yet blooms like this are built to last. They hold the quiet of the past, and in their stillness, they are vast.
So i left without a sound, the petals curling to the ground. But in my heart that bloom remains a peace unspoken, free from pains…
That’s really nice, Fred. Love how you use rhyme and imagery.
I’m guessing you’re into ‘silence’ by virtue of your first three poems.
One thing I might suggest is organizing your piece into more traditional stanzas that emphasize your rhyme scheme as opposed to presenting the poem in a classic prose format. You can even play with spacing as such.
This is a strong and thoughtful piece
Meg
Thank you for the kind words and sound advice Meg.
Nicely penned, Fred. Great write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian, greatly appreciated..