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| hurt by Rubashka @ deviantART |
Her inner world reflects in mood ring eyes,
Dark swirling spirals of broken dreams and lost youth.
The rose is trimmed back to the frozen ground.
Both will bloom again with the new season.
~~~~This poem was written in response to a prompt from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, which asked us to use the Chinese form the Koan. More information can be found on this form by following the link.
7 comments:
Well done, Mary! That fourth line really draws the three other lines together well!
Yes, both will bloom again with the new season ~ Nice koan poem ~
Your metaphor of the rose is absolutely perfect as the third line of this koan.
I love what you have done! Your third line really distracts and the fourth unifies it all, so beautifully!
Absolutely wonderful!!!!!!! Ending with hope, which lifts the heart and gives promise of healing after pain. I love this koan so much!
it does seem counter-intuitive to trim them back in fall. to me, anyway. this is very nice.
Perfect koan! Really beautiful work.
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