Silently, my heart wept tears in the dismal aftermath as
I waited long days amidst cherry blossom strewn paths,
Lingering there ‘til twilight, my heart aching in despair,
Each breath I took evoking an unanswered prayer to
Nurture and perpetuate a forsaken, futile plea for repair.
Cherry blossoms are now withered with only scattered remains,
Ensuring capitulation to unrequited love’s most grievous pain.
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Cindy Calder
From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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Comments (8)
Well-wrought! You wrote a wonderful series of poems on the theme of silence, each one, but this one was especially striking to me!
What a heartbreaking last line! And beautiful imagery!
The imagery fits perfectly.
Why do cherry blossoms have the power of sadness?
Omgggg, unrequited love is truly devastating! Your poem was so poignantly beautiful!
The imagery of the cherry blossom is apt - beauty dies and what is left? Another lovely acrostic, Cindy.
This acrostic is rich in pathos and reminiscent of countless haikus that construe the fall of cherry blossoms as symbolic of the fragile ephemerality of beauty, which you capitalize upon adroitly herein.
A beautiful piece, Cindy. Unrequited love is painful indeed.