The Transmutation

While I strolled around in a dejected view,
in the middle of desolate, countryside wood;
a barren tree reminded me of a brazen truth,
that every life has to dry up, like it would.1

I was alone, my fate, vicious and slew,
the twilight abhorred the ensuing prelude;
the shadows darkened in a manner uncouth,
the gloom was absolute, as much as it could.2

Suddenly overwhelming the still milieu,
enchanting moon rose, enlivening manhood,
the darkness diluted before its onset, in sooth,
the forlorn tree gleamed and the man serenely stood.

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  • rinzu
    October 31

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    amazing...!!! i loved your choice of words and the rhyming scheme...and the theme of the poem...and the imagery...actually i loved everything about it...



    good luck


    • chinmay
      October 31
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      So glad that you enjoyed the poem. Many thanks for your lovely comments.