Another one of my experimental poems. I like to think of these as Reflective Staircase Poems. Yep, I broke down and game them a name 🙂 Essentially, the first line starts with one word, the second line has two… and so on. After line seven, you flip the poem – but it should make sense in doing so. I’ve actually enjoyed these although I do have to say, sometimes my brain does hurt after writing one. No pain… no gain?
Awaiting Spring Rain
tears of flowers,
heads bent in sorrow,
praying for long awaited rain.
Spring yearning beneath their fragile petals
in her bounty, their thirst is quenched.
In her bounty, their thirst is quenched.
Spring yearning beneath their fragile petals,
praying for long awaited rain,
heads bent in sorrow.
Tears of flowers
© Sumyanna 2017