Friday, 14 March 2008

Primrose In My Garden Grows by Melanie Bishop

Primrose
silently grows
blossoming
in twilight's shadows

Golden
delicate and frail
not to last the night

And yet it
lingers still
at morning's light



Melanie Bishop, New York, USA

6 comments:

Billy said...

Delicate lines for a delicate image of life and persistance. Nicely done.

Pam said...

I really like how you mirrored the delicateness of the primrose with the delicate language you chose.

flaxen1 said...

Beautiful a lovely laciness
to this poem.

Tina Trivett said...

Melanie, this is so lovely and dainty...and hopeful.

Beloved Dreamer said...

Thank you all for reading my poem.
I wish I could send you all a big hug. You all are wonderful.

love, Melanie-bd

Shauna said...

Flowers like these, soften
anyone's heart. Melanie writes
with a gentle pen, that gives
a loving nod to Mother Nature.