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Bitter Honey

Weaving dreams of beguiling gold,
a future's price for happiness.
What secrets do you, determined, hold?
asks the summer wind's soft caress.

A guarded name,
a hidden hope.

Spinning wheels clutching time,
grasping straw that falls away,
What dreams may come, we soon may find,
won't recall at end of day.

A cherished life,
a memory lost.


  1. Beautiful, the wording is very effective!

  2. Conflicting emotions ... a rollercoaster of hope and despair at play ...

  3. Nice piece, iLike! :) It is interesting to see how different minds respond to the same piece of inspiration.

  4. Very beautiful! I love the "honey" reference.

  5. I love the contrasting emotions in this piece. Even the title captures this well.

  6. well plotted story.

    lost memories, sad,

    powerful entry.

  7. The dreamy image and the poem are one here, very well done! :)

  8. This is beautiful, I love the imagery.

  9. Evocative poem - I enjoyed reading it. ^_^

  10. I love the contrast, even the clever title. Terrific write.

  11. Your poem is sweet and beautiful. Lovely thoughts on the image.

  12. poetic and stunning.

    masterful piece.

  13. You don't need a lot of words to make an impression. This was beautifully done.

  14. Love this beautiful rendition of life's bittersweet balance between sadness and hope. Very good!

  15. This evokes the image Rumpelstiltskin! But that nasty little gnome was hardly 'the Summer wind's sort caress'!

  16. I love your take on the theme, and the paradox in the title is superb.



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