April
I still taste the air
we breathed that April.
Sweet melancholy,
and crisp blues.
I still feel you,
the soul that’s beside me.
Roan velvet,
whispered in the dark.
I still hear the breath of
our departed love.
Clear thunder heads,
and shuffling grass.
I still see liquid gold,
our flowing banner.
Our war and peace,
a mirage vision lilting on my lips.
xx.
P.S. This is extremely retrospective, and isn’t based on recent experience though it was written recently. I don’t feel it needs introduction.
theyoungandadventurous 
Beautifully done with such a great grasp of juxtaposition! I love the different colors brought to mind in each stanza. The third stanza has a bit of awkwardness from the first line leading into the second, but I wouldn’t change anything since the second line in that stanza is expressed best when standing alone.
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Thank you! That stanza was difficult because I realized that in each previous stanza I had used one sense to express another (ie. I tasted colours–what I can see– and feelings in the first stanza), and wanted to create some continuity with that. However, as soon as you realize something like that it becomes more difficult to do it seems 😛
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agreed haha I am a mediocre poet so I the struggle is alive here. This is definitely one of my favorite poems I’ve seen as of late though. Well done! You’re very talented
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Thanks!
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I found your little space in the community pool, so glad I did!! amazing write up!!!keep writing and inspire us…. surely will be waiting for more!!
Please do visit my blog when time permits, thanks in advance and see you there! 🙂
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Thanks Lana, I’ll be popping by soon!
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will be looking forward to it 🙂
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