[swoz]

Till Next Winter Dies!

She born on every winter's grave,
As crawling child of oldest brave.
She composes at her youngest sleeves
A loveliest song to all greener leaves.
She sows all over deepest love and care
Those made blooming flowers dance bare.
They call her as beautiful Season Spring
And sing 'Glory and love all thy bring'.
And she dies, as moon waxes and wanes
And all leafs and flowers suicides,
For they can't wait till next winter dies.

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[swoz]

Hi,

Please discuss what you feel about this poem.

[Elliot]

And she dies, as moon waxes and wanes
And all leafs and flowers suicides,
For they can't wait till next winter dies.

This section takes it from the couplet form into free verse and, quite franky, doesn't make any sense to me.

I applaud you for posting your poem, but I'm sorry -- I don't get it.

El

Edited by Elster, 31 May 2009 - 06:10 PM.