Winds of Change
Taking on an entirely different meaning when read top to bottom versus bottom to top, this reverse poem charts the love of a couple whose romance fluctuates over the years like nature and the weather transforms through the seasons.
The sun gave birth, as two became one
A couple whose story had yet to begun
Feelings shone bright, drawn in by its cover
Prologue’s glowing light where they basked in each other
Sunshine kissed a Summer of bliss and all things fun
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Heartbeats flutter, echoed in turtle dove’s sweet ring
Bated breaths await, budding beauty blossomed in Spring
Freshly bloomed daisy, its petals answered whether
“She loves me, she loves me not…”, are they birds of a feather
Forever flocked together, or merely fleeting fling
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Their story unfolded as winter passed
Could this be real, how long would they last
Defrosted hearts asked the most burning of questions
A journey’s path hidden, illuminated by former flames’ lessons
Holding on to the warmth, evading season’s chilly grasp
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Burn-off Autumn’s clutter, its embers smoulder
Letting go of losing battles that saw hearts grow colder
Vacant nest in empty tree, blank page in lieu of happy ending
Cautionary tale of war, its toll taken appears beyond mending
Dead leaves strewn across trenches, fading away like fallen soldiers
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“She loves me, she loves me not…”, are they birds of a feather Forever flocked together, or merely fleeting fling These lines were my favourite! Your poem was soooo beautifully written!
The image of "defrosted hearts" is absolutely amazing. I re-read this one a few times. There was a curious tone about it that I loved. Nice job!!
Very well done.
Very descriptive! Great work!