My goodness, this hit me in the gut. My mother passed 8 years ago. But I still sense her keeping an eye on me from above…so I must weigh my decisions carefully.
very relatable write.
j.

The life of a leaf. Wonderful personification in this, and nice analogy for how life is for a human…except the only tree we fall off of is our family tree…..At times, I got pushed off of mine….but somehow this leaf got off the ground and found another spot in the tree.
j.

Like a film noir movie this has the effects of heartbreak and loneliness with a touch of moral ambiguity. I can feel the barren parts of life all over it. Good one, J.

I wholeheartedly agree with Tim. This does have a film noir ambiance to it. Were you by any chance wearing a trench coat and a low brimmed fedora while writing it? Lol, so good to have your presence here, J. Like you never missed a beat!

Reminds me of all those movies about city angst. (I am suppressing a rant about how much I hate New York), and all it’s denizens… I can see them now walking down seedy sidewalks in the rain, their furthest horizon in easy walking distance. Beautiful imagery sir, and a nice reminder of how happy I am in a town with only about twelve occupied houses.

‘climbing the notes to where you are
so high in the atmosphere
and yes I know I’m sky scraping
but damn you are fine’

fine writing.. seems you’v found why, where and how: the person has added ‘special’ to everything

Next to last stanza is so-well worded. This quite sensual but not blatant, which makes it poetry that is a pleasure to read.
I also really like the stanza that emmagreen pointed out.
You have a nice variety to your writing.
I clicked that I was mature enough to read this poem. Even though I am 75, I probably scammed on being mature enough.

j.

Brenda, this is one of your best pieces… truly well spoken!

I found myself spinning with the joy of fulfillment to be. Thanks dear Crimsin. (It’s not a sin ;))

It’s almost 7PM here, but ty dear!
I’m in Rhode Island
are you in Nova Scotia?

Passionately penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This was a great piece. So passionate, so hot! I’m glad I found it.

good evening dearest Jacob love the metaphor employed now south paw keep it up❤

You use knowledge and skill every time, sir: combination metaphorical thus appropriately descriptive!

pugilism can be such a rewarding metaphor and you work this well. remember in one’s twenties crashing the typewriter until fingers bled?

An interesting take on a writer’s struggle to create. Personally, I try to ignore the corner’s unhelpful screams. The “meat” of any poem or story is most important, and not everyone will manage to beat it into something worthy of sharing.

Welcome to Stars Rite, Jacob🍷

As an “olde” karateka, your title naturally drew me into this one … and, one thing about your always stellar Free Verse, one never knows from what direction next the skilled metaphorical jabs, hooks, and knockouts’ll come, but we can rest assured, they will, and winners every time.

Diction, grammar, consonants, and vowels can certainly be worthy opponents for a struggling writer … who must keep alert to aggressive verbal vernacular to survive through bouts of defensive blocks. Sooo many times I’ve felt like throwing-in the towel — some’ve said i should’ve … LOL!

Alas, after so many years serving together on WC, it’s wonderful knowing you’re here, too … this site’s in for a real treat.
Hope your weekend’s filled with happy smiles! ⁓ Richard🖌