O' ye Countess draped in sorrow, Grasping fear of coming morrow. With eyes like those of torment slave, Sad innocence, yet herself she gave.
A Sunflower in the Shade
A Sunflower in the Shade
By: Adam M. Snow
O' ye Countess draped in sorrow,
Grasping fear of coming morrow.
With eyes like those of torment slave,
Sad innocence, yet herself she gave.
Living in shadows of sun cast,
As if no soul of solstice passed.
Gentles thy heart that long to be seen,
Urge thine life into worlds between.
Withering away like a sunflower in shade,
Consumed by life, embarrassed and afraid.
But thy lives only bitter affliction,
Crossed my path into my reflection.
Baring the weight of worlds upon thee,
Living life as it were meant to be.
But this be not a wakeful day,
The broad stream bore her far away.
In the shadows thus she remain,
Upon the ledge thy window pane.
She looks out unto the land,
They know not understand,
But O' ye Countess draped in despair,
Sight of her like stillness in the air.
wow, you are sooooooooooooooooo talented
There is an ornate intensity to this piece that harkens back to "fields of daffodils" and lost loves named Lenore without being derivative. This display of verbal filigree is a beauty to behold. Nicely done.
You are one of those poets who can depict in words so well that the reader sees your vivid pictures.
very nicely written. "Consumed by life, embarrassed and afraid" are wordes Iexpress how I have felt before. The Bible truths have helped me