Name: Shannon Hope Gendron
Title: Lorn Lullaby
Date Written: July 9th
Theme: Nature/Spirituality

The Luster
of a wispy coral horizon
caresses the
stillness of the lake

All is quiet,

Yet the rocks,
sing louder than the trees tonight

They sing of loneliness,
Of beauty,
Of tainted inspirations
No longer comforting

They are perhaps,
the oldest ones here,
Watching
flowers blossom, only to wilt
Snowflakes fall, only to melt
Tree limbs extend into the heavens, only to rot

Tonight,
They sing reprehending the new tide,
That has swept in

A haunting melody
Melancholia lyrics
Faintly striping the lake of its stillness

Maybe they’re jealous of the sky,
Who transforms as the night unzips,

Or maybe the rolling hills in the distance,
Who have the honor,
of embracing the cotton candy clouds

Maybe it is time,
That somebody recognized their daunting song,

After years of
Dancing moonlight,
And starry ballads

Maybe they are sad,
Because they … will never die

So many songs,
but no one ever listens


-ShAnNoN

When I was reading this I was reminded of a line in a song,"Nature is a language, can't you read."
This is what it felt like to me. Extremely descriptive and sweet in its descriptions too, what with the wispy coral horizons, tree limbs and cotton candy clouds. It read like a pretty picture, if you know what I mean. Keep it up.

sad, to want to die... to be taken for granted for eternity...

I loved the visuals, the emotional sweep you take us on, Shannon. Your poetry just gets better and better! The beginning was so peaceful, and the transition to melancholy at the end wasn't so much tragic as ...I'm not sure how to explain it. It was a slow realization that settled over me instead of assaulting me. Excellent!

I thought this was lovely.



I think you meant stripping here, but I'm not positive since striping is a word too. :)

This is one of those soft poems, that I can never get enough of. Not soft in meaning necessarily, just that it sounds so delicate when I read it to myself. I think it would be horrible to never die, when everything else still does.

Much enjoyed.

I can see the dying forest...the winter bringing the cold snow. Great job.

And off to the book it goes. A very worthy entry. :)

A sad lullaby, but I love it. Good move, Ashley!

My favorite stanza, even though the poem is beautiful overall :)