One Predawn in Spring

Jolynne M Hudnell
the handful of fallen blossoms
color reminiscent of seatide eyes
scent of memories against my lips
i allow myself this moment to feel Emotion
for the one who knows my greatest fear
though i may hide from
the most glorious smile (slightly askew)
i am not concealed from the one
who lurks behind the shattered mirror
and i wonder
if the slow and soft memories
of arms flung around me
drawing me near as i made to leave
are enough to halt the ensuing ice floe


Published by Jolynne M Hudnell

Jolynne is a part-time freelance writer and independently-published poet. Jolynne has knowledge and experience in a variety of topics. Jolynne enjoys singing and writing poetry. Her published work in...  View profile

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  • Don Rothra5/28/2011

    Had to come back and read it again. Very nice work.

  • Teila Tankersley5/28/2011

    Beautiful piece as always

  • rmharrington5/23/2011

    Stirs the heart of loneliness.

  • Laura Cone5/21/2011

    super

  • Orchiolum5/21/2011

    I wonder a similar thing.

  • Jack Wellman5/21/2011

    Such poetic nature in this that assuages the humanity in us all. I can sense that there is a struggle but one that you are not succumbing to totally my friend. God bless and thank you for writing this. Such elegance yet pain co-exist together.

  • Don Rothra5/21/2011

    Nice job.

  • Dina Sullivan5/21/2011

    Beautiful.... :o)

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