April

Cherry

By Jane Hyphen

Tue, 21 Apr 2015
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Where does sadness go?

Does it drift into the gentle waves of sorrowtide, 

on grieving shores to ebb and flow?

Does it languish in the everglades 

of unmarked hours and empty days?

Can it touch the hardest hands

that caught the April butterfly,

to only watch her colours bleed

for all time into hill and sky?

Does it seek to dim the golden glow

of every followed dawn?

April came so warm to burst the hardest bud

but left a hole as cold as snow 

 

 

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Submitted by Bee on

Hey Jane.

This is an incredibly beautiful drift of thoughts and images. It works for sorrow so exactly in my book. I Feel transported reading this - on waves of emotion and the emptiness, but to a kind of peacefulness, too. That's where the ebb and flow probably comes in. Cos sorrow isn't solid, is it? It bends and has breaks, or no one could survive it. Ramble over - love your poem.

Bee

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Oh thank you Bee for such a lovely comment. It seems as if you have completely understood what I was feeling as I worked through the poem x

 

Submitted by EB on

Lightly written for a heavy subject. Works well.

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks EB! Heavy writing would never have matched its weight so I focused on the sadness. So nice to hear it worked.

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

I like the projection of suffering on to the natural hardships of our environment. It envelopes the emotion  well and also paints a vivid portrait of landscape in the mind's eye.

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks Vera

 

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

hi jane, this worked really well and was genuinely affecting. i think you caught that continual throb of hurt within images of nature wonderfully, and the final part - Does it seek to dim the golden glow/of every followed dawn? April came so warm to burst the hardest bud / but left a hole as cold as snow - was stellar, such a beautiful ending