Clouds were whispering about
consequences of love;
Winds were spreading wildly
You said good bye with a rose.
Abandoned our dreams;
to pursue yours.
The rose and I both detached from root,
Left to mourn on the death of ‘what if’ wishes…
What do you see? What does it say to you? What has just happened?
Pen me your thoughts I’m curious to see what you come up with.
I want to ‘feel’ and ‘see’ what you are writing about, so weave into your poem lots of emotion and clear images. I will be judging your entries in the way of how they make me ‘feel’ and what I can ‘see’ within your poem.
Do not place your poem in another contest while this one is still open.
Minimum line count is 10.
More than 1 word per line.
Rhyme or prose or free write only.