Passage For One Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Passage For One

Rating: 5.0


He'd chosen wisely for the end.
A lazy Sunday afternoon
in late October, summer's close,
when all the coloured leaves,
adrift so briefly for a final glory,
had reached their Mother Earth.

He soon would be the straggler,
hung just above the sedge,
where, in a bare-armed sycamore
he'd found his secret womb
that, in his dreams was fed
by raging waters roaming through
the venules of a nursing mother's breast.
Framed by the violet of rhododendrum suns.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tailor Bell 22 November 2006

resounding dark theme couched in a moving fall scene. another choice work, Herbert. -Tailor

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Gina Onyemaechi 22 November 2006

Imagey and moving. '...the venules of a nursing mother's breast...' - tender and touching.

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