Between here and there, still holding on.

A droplet,

pensive,

grips the edge

of a statuesque

green leaf.

Had it owned 

a face,

it would be pallor,

and the raven's song 

it heard

from its perch

would be a long 

decisive note

as it fell.

Author's Note

I tried to compare the droplet to someone clinging to life. The long note being like a heart monitor signifying death. Ravens often symbolize death.

Reviews

[Jessi]

I like this very much. To look down at a clinging drop will forever call this poem into my mind.

[Cherry]

Thank you, and thank you for checking it out.

[A hare off]

I really liked this poem. I found once reading your notes that I read a completely different meaning in your words, but I can now see your thoughts clearly. Beautifully written.

[Cherry]

Thank you.