Leaf Less

 

 

Leaf less

 

Leaf less, the trees reveal a tangle

of misguided limbs

This new profile leaves them

without direction,

without the covering,

and concealment of color

I am coral and clean.

The lamp embarrassed

by the glow of me.

I am the breathless orange flower

you pulled from the bouquet,

the one that did not match

the hue of your drapes

I am standing

inside myself,

naked,

a dimension of curved caverns

and irregular lines

A holocaust of locust, rivers,

children and scars,

I hold a map of sex and survival,

a testimony of small mayhems

To stop my effervescent self

in the tune of these covers,

in the moon of your round face,

I rise in a star spangle

of high blue lights

I disappear through

your boxed ceiling

into a liquid night.

There is no spring awakening

hidden in the background.

Only memory morsels clinging

in secret places

Only a black slip falling

from the bureau drawer,

landing in a stylish float

by the sensible shoes.

 

 

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Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

The shift from the barren trees to the solitary woman is so effortless, so artfully done that you almost don't notice it happening. The images-- "a holocaust of locust", "a testimony of small mayhems", the final (and flat-out brilliant) image of the black slip falling-- are inventive and wonderfully visual. This piece walks easily and confidently in the very large shoes of its predecessors.

[No]

thank you thank you for sending me this request.
i've been very busy, and i know it was sent months ago, but i've only been getting on to shortly submit pieces and update small things.
as for this, it was absolutely wonderful.
simplistic and ethereal, it made my day.

[Butterflymom]

This was an absolutely wonderful piece. What a surprise. It was beautiful, creative, flowed easily, and the imagery was amazing! I look forward to reading more of your writing.

[HoorayForUnderdog]

another excellent poem...I especially like your last line, the image of the slip, the stylish float, the sensible shoes...this one will go in my favorites!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

What a complex ride through the turbulent emotions of life... a very captivating piece of writing.

[cyanskye]

Such a beautiful poem. Your phrasing is impeccable and the final phrases are just wonderful. Thanks to W.k.Kortas for the read.

[R J Askew]

Beautifully sad.......life so often disappoints. I like too many lines here to detail them all. The poem seems to gather its strength as it goes along... Really like 'I hold a map of sex and survival' ... amen a million women say. 'There is no spring awakening' ... ouch! That line is so matter of fact, yet so final. I love the last 4 lines.....especially the last lines. Ach, we are left with NOTHING once the passion and the disappointment has passed apart from being sodding sensible.......being sensible seems to be what happens to us, if we are lucky. Ach, I hate life sometimes, in the way it strips us of energy and passion. But... I will be sensible about it. How can one hate life? Let's be sensible now! Great dismount after a stiring performance!

[Ken Simm.]

Visual, visceral and as smooth as a classic film. A flow through this that is seamless and suprisingly gentle. Wonderful write.

[Ed Hart]

you are just plain excellent...revealing, concise, touching, magical...what a mix!

[Emily B]

This piece left me breathless. Every piece I read of yours finds some silent spot in me that I had forgotten. You voice the feeling so much better than I ever could have. I think I'll nominate you as the voice of womanhood. When mankind wants to know the mysteries of the female mind, we'll send them to you.