The wind blows by the leaf
Leaf sways clinging to the illusion
Love when smelled by the skin
the half bared beauty when swells
May be by the breeze or the storm,
But green glows across the grin
Yet it knows one day would fall
Tossing up in the air uncared beyond
Senescence may ensconce the cry
bristling upon by the dust universal
shadow still pierces into the passion
storm yet rocks up the door of desire
yet the breath flusters by the appellation
knowing its room when pillaged
discerning the pain by apocalypse entailed
the icy draft of dissolution when espoused
the infinite world of silence by elusion
when it looks dull and limited from distance
yet not the story apocryphal by the carving
dream when dismays when rucked up
I know this leaf and that wind... but you already know that don't you.. did the godwits fly over your way this time! ! ! ! ! !
A lyrical piece filled with paradox and invention. You use all your senses to describe your vision and creep into the reader's skin. Lovely spiritual depth to this work. Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
The poem opens up with a beautiful imagery…love and leaf…despite swayed by the wind the leaf clings to its illusion…its love… towards the one that is swaying it…turns swollen and half bared by wind’s action…the wind smelling it by its skin… lovely lines…enjoyed this poem very much
Dr Kar Your poetry is very good Dr Kar The use of wording in your poems are very good. Reading you're poems I sense a profound deepness and emotion. You are a very good poet and look forward to reading more of you're poems. Kind Regards Louie
a simple yet beautiful magnifed by the personification and imagery of your penning...Bravo nature at its best
Sounds great, but somewhat to complicated for me. I like it more lyrical. Take a look at my poems. / Yours Göran G
An attack of scenery! ! No words could describe such masterpiece! ! !
i like the imagery in this poem... love is such a complicated thing.. best regards, joan d.h.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many concepts, but they don't connect.