Forsythia Blooms
We meet here again
but I am alone
shielded by forsythia
behind memories
forged and forgotten
in fields that have
seen snow and rain
lain desolate
before seasons change
and drifting winds carry
sounds of birdsong
to end winter's silence.
We meet again but
I am alone
with golden bells that
chime your presence
as they rise from the earth
warm once more.
© Neetu
Author Bio
Author Bio
Born in India, Neetu has lived in Austria, England, and Canada before settling in the Eastern USA in 1994. Neetu’s eclectic work reflects her diverse background as she explores the joy and darkness of the human condition in poems and stories noteworthy for their intensity in brief span. Her poetry is published in journals and Anthologies from Australia, USA, UK, and India. Her poem, “Soaring Flames”, was awarded First-Place by the NY Literary Magazine (2017). She has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, 2019 for her poem “Sacred Figs” published by Kallisto Gaia Press in their Ocotillo Review in May, 2018.
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Forsythia Blooms We meet here again but I am alone shielded by forsythia behind memories forged and forgotten in fields that have seen snow and rain lain desolate before seasons change and drifting winds carry sounds of birdsong to end winter’s silence. We meet again but I am alone with golden bells that chime your […]
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Forsythia Blooms We meet here again but I am alone shielded by forsythia behind memories forged and forgotten in fields that have seen snow and rain lain desolate before seasons change and drifting winds carry sounds of birdsong to end winter’s silence. We meet again but I am alone with golden bells that chime your […]
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Forsythia Blooms We meet here again but I am alone shielded by forsythia behind memories forged and forgotten in fields that have seen snow and rain lain desolate before seasons change and drifting winds carry sounds of birdsong to end winter’s silence. We meet again but I am alone with golden bells that chime your […]
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Forsythia Blooms We meet here again but I am alone shielded by forsythia behind memories forged and forgotten in fields that have seen snow and rain lain desolate before seasons change and drifting winds carry sounds of birdsong to end winter’s silence. We meet again but I am alone with golden bells that chime your […]
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Forsythia Blooms We meet here again but I am alone shielded by forsythia behind memories forged and forgotten in fields that have seen snow and rain lain desolate before seasons change and drifting winds carry sounds of birdsong to end winter’s silence. We meet again but I am alone with golden bells that chime your […]
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Born in India, Neetu has lived in Austria, England, and Canada before settling in the Eastern USA in 1994. Neetu’s eclectic work reflects her diverse background as she explores the joy and darkness of the human condition in poems and stories noteworthy for their intensity in brief span. Her poetry is published in journals and Anthologies from Australia, USA, UK, and India. Her poem, “Soaring Flames”, was awarded First-Place by the NY Literary Magazine (2017). She has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, 2019 for her poem “Sacred Figs” published by Kallisto Gaia Press in their Ocotillo Review in May, 2018.
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