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Unforgettable
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In The Years Since I couldn't hear the next hour
Grandfather clock
Though the wood chipper
A shattered glass case
A greenhouse for endless nights
Supercooled
Three thousand and ninety degrees
Somehow, reverting back to silica
Now naked, leafless and alone
I had felt a draft
Thought it was just a crack
Sand grains counting seconds
Sudden gale blows away
And pulls my roots upwards
As it topples me forward
Wind tears a seed free
A breath of yesterday seeks a future
Samaras carried onward
To land where it only
Rains tears of you and me
And I can't forget
What I won't forget
And I won't forget
What I can't
Which is it?
Why don't you ask that fresh sapling
I thought I used to understand
Unforgettable
This is the kind of poem that
This is the kind of poem that will haunt the reader with the most poignant emotion for some time after the final word has been read and the reader has moved on to something else. Later, some random word or phrase, in another poem or in some classic novel will suddenly give way to the power of this poem in the reader's memory. The last three stanzas are particularly dramatic, the more so for their very quiet tone.
J-Called
These are very flattering
These are very flattering remarks, Starward. If it turns out as you have predicted, for even one individual out there, then it was doubly worth penning. Much gratitude.
Great write
Great write
*~Be Legendary ~ Ian Mascoe*
Thank you very much : )
Thank you very much!
The impact of your mournful
The impact of your mournful and phenomenally beautiful expression lingers after the last line is read. Such graceful dexterity of language and meditative, heart-clutching expression. I completely resonated with every enthralling line. Loving it!
Thank you for taking such
Thank you for taking such time to both soak in the mourning and it's beauty (as you kindly define it), and to share your graceful thoughts. As always, your generous insight deserves more attention and praise than my poem, and I greatly appreciate that blessing.