Explaining to A Leaf
~ loneliness ~
With winds stalking me,
leaves tremble at my approach,
they are afraid of the cold
that follows:
and, in hushed rustling whispers,
they ask, as I pass,
“Why is it you’re not afraid?”
Un-answering, my feet march on,
trodding on their fallen brethren,
lovers, sisters, and friends …
why bother with answers;
would they understand?
How do you explain to a leaf
that the cold can’t be as bad
as waking up tomorrow,
finding it’s as lonely today,
as every day …
what it’s like
finding the same empty bed,
the same lone hair
stretched out across your pillow;
a single-stranded ghost
to constantly remind me
that sometimes
(all too often),
hearts,
like seasons …
share a kinship of change?
Your poetry is always top-notch Richard. You’ve captured loneliness and change in a great way by relating to nature and its harsh wisdom. Loneliness can be like torture if we dwell on it. Your reference to the hair as a reminder is so simple and yet so effective.
Enjoyed this one. (Tim Relic).
Hi, M’Good Friend! ✌🏼
How great it is, Tim, to be greeted here with one of your appreciatively expressed and inspiringly encouraging reviews, that always seems to grasp my poetry’s core essence.
Yes, like You, I tend to enjoy a good dose of metaphoric imagery in my pieces.
Thank you, Syr, for enjoying this rather sad Free Verse piece! ⁓ Rascal🖌
PS: On your recommendation, I had to check the site out … do you know how one edits their poetry?
Go to the top where it says write and look for dashboard. You’ll find the edit option there. 🙂
Thanks, Buddy👌
I’m hugely impressed with your understanding of poetic element.
So, you are Richard the Rascal. Let me put that down. This is another amazing piece with emphasis on personification and symbolism. There’s obviously a metaphorical significance to the changing season, specifically fall to winter. It’s interesting to note that while you give leaves many characteristics of humans in this piece, they lack the unique capacity for understanding… at least, that’s the perspective of the speaker. Your final stanza is a fantastic summation.
This is top shelf material, Richard.
xoxo
Graciously spake, Dear Poetess🥂
Your coaxing words are sweet as honeysuckle to a hopeful bard’s susceptible ear … most especially, from one so poetically accomplished and sophisticated as yourself.
A few devices I tend to favor are color, texture, analogy, simile, and nature … I’m so pleased you’ve recognized their presence in this rather poignant little piece.
Thank you ever-so warmly, Lady DK, for your always welcomed accolades! ⁓ Richard the Rascal🖌
Graciously spake, Dear Poetess🥂
Your coaxing words are sweet as honeysuckle to a hopeful bard’s susceptible ear … most especially, from one so poetically accomplished and sophisticated as yourself.
A few devices I tend to favor are color, texture, analogy, simile, and nature … I’m so pleased you’ve recognized their presence in this rather poignant little piece.
Thank you ever-so warmly, Lady DK, for your always welcomed accolades! ⁓ Richard the Rascal🖌