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[Bhaskar]

The seasons are scattered
and sown like dust on a dream
The petals are parted
now wilted now watered
now melted into moonbeams.

The night is nameless
and fragrant as fire
a kiss, a caress
a question, a guess
a poet upon a pyre.

The flame is refused
replaced in reality
Desire defused
creation confused
ensconced in eternity

So it is I find
safety in silence
muting the mind
deadly divine
no rememberance


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I hid a lot of little gems of wordplay in this, not all the words are meant to mean what they do. This poem has a lot of mystical symbolism in it, I wonder if anyone can spot that. Also I was experimenting with an uncommon rhyme scheme and alliteration.

[mysti]

that is very swell, i like the 'creation confussed' bit, idk why though.

[Hippievixen]

'sown like dust on a dream'

bhaskar, you rock :)

[Bhaskar]

Why thank you! 2 replies while I was editing.

[Epiphany]

You have a very beautiful play on words, my dearest B.

[EternalHunter]

I think the first is a stanza apart. I love the imagery! I just kept
picturing petals being melted in a large cauldron, turning into a creamy
white gold that was then poured across the sky as moonbeams.
I always enjoy your poetry, this one especially, thanks.

[buxillafion]

This is flipping great!

[Firebelle]

I love the last stanza, and the second stanza bar the last line. Those bits of the poem make it the best thing I have read lately, and one of the most magical poems of yours (on the basis of what I have read, of course). I think EternalHunter gave the most eloquent and enchanting description of how this made me feel...I'm going to have a bath now, and I wish it was your moonbeams I could bathe in...I want to soak my heart and soul in all you have written here :)

[Bhaskar]

I am glad you liked it! It actually all started in a content analysis class, where a group was studying the sitcom friends and they said they used a sample in which they scattered the seasons of the show. Somewhow the words "scattered the seasons" stuck in my head and thats how the poem began.

Enjoy your bath firebelle, I wish I could give you a young waterfall of words to bathe in.

God bless you!