March's Masquerade
Poetry on Unpredictablity
This is for Mikeydred's March Prompt
Life is unpredictable, but there is new growth. - Michelle Liew
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The air is dense with whispers, cold then warm,
Unsteady hands meld both frost and bloom.
One day donning silver, caked in winter's storm
The next, a golden hue as sun consumes.
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March dances in, a trickster garbed in frost
He plays with life and then cuts nature's fronds.
A lotus dares to bloom, but then is lost,
Ice returns to leave cold upon the pond.
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But somewhere in this play of sun and storm,
A vow of hope, blown by gentle wind--
That though the clouds and skies may lose their form
New life will rise from 'neath the leaves that spin.
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For change is not a force that one can tame
We grow through trials, and gain life's gentle fame.
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This sonnet is entirely original. The presence of AI tags is coincidental.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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