Synthesis
synthesis labored
cells and pheromones
failed to deliver
I didn't mourn your
retreat when
anger nipped the air
I'd like to think you
would have understood me,
had you waited, but
I don't believe that's true
synthesis once still-birthed
will not be born again
The image is a bookmark, watercolored by Sue.
My poetry books North of Summer and South of Winter are currently available at Amazon and, as always, available from my LuluBookstore in print or as download.
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8 comments:
I found the last verse very powerful. Nicely done.
Very neat and open to more than one interpretation.
I didn't mourn your
retreat when
anger nipped the air
How beautifully those word are put together. The emotion can be felt.
sounds like a relationship gone sour, perhaps two scientists? to me anyway by the usage of "synthesis"
The end of your poem brought chills. Powerful write, Tumblewords. Hope all is well.
very well written sue.. it flows so nicely and the prompt has become part of the verse,, as if it was written that way not added as a prompt... i really liked this...
Just perfect. It is as if the words of the prompt were yours. Thank you so much for taking part.
North of Summer, South of Winter...well worth looking into. I always leave your blog inspired.
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