Estranged

I walked towards that tree on the hill

Where I stepped on the leaves that

Had fallen to the ground

Making out

A carpet of brown and orange

Protecting the soil from winter

That had turned out bitter and cold

So cold my hands had become

Both dry and blue

I thought of you

 

As I reached the top of the hill

The view of the city

Had me divided

I was estranged

Once again

From the world I was born in

I'm not okay

It's as if something's missing

Or someone

Lacking a name

That's long been forgotten

Or merely

Hasn't been felt

By tongue

 

I turned around to

Ground myself and

I was absolute again

For a while

Nothing was wrong

By that tree on top of the hill

It was still...

I was home

Author's Note

Reviews

[NeiL ArandA]

Couldn't really quite figure this one. I maybe be back to savor some more and perhaps decipher the meaning of the piece. But right now everything is hidden in obscurity. Perhaps the muse is someone who happened to be born and raised in the country and somehow caught a glimpse of a city and all its dazzling lights and allure. For now this is all I could digest . All your piece are penned in enigmatic ways probing the mind of your reader to keep a keen look to what's your trying to convey.

[sharonlee]

Poignant and deeply moving thoughts. Woven with haunting echoes. Beautiful.

[Michelle N. H.]

Thank you ever so much, sharonlee :)

[Michelle N. H.]

Another pearl, out of your great talented visions, and real life experiences... heavy sigh, this is so romantic, I had many of these lovely hikes, too, it seems, nature is a great muse, that lands on our hearts, your words are so soft and tender, the music just dances with them... (I love Fabrizio Paterlini) great choice! Just beautiful this poem is, a real snap-shot out so many feelings, well crafted Michelle.

- Elisa

[Michelle N. H.]

I'm so thankful ^^ Nature really is a most amazing muse, and I'm glad you like the music too. I felt it brought a nice rhythmic flow to the words.

Yes, it did, I always read poetry with music attached on the rhythmic of the music, for we have the same ears lol ;) xx wonderful work, as always! and you are welcome anytime.

rhythmic cadence, I meant... forgot a word... ;)

[Michelle N. H.]

Yeah, then we must have the same ears, hah :) Thank you, yet again :)

Haha... :) indeed, sometimes, (that takes me so long, to review from one to another writer)... I truly listen to the whole piece always :) xx

[Michelle N. H.]

I know what you mean ^^ I always take my time as well. It's how it should be, I feel.

Yes, exactly, it should be always like that, I know you do, that shows, too, you really get into a writing, which like I said you yesterday (those I so treasure)...

[Michelle N. H.]

I remember :) That's why I treasure your reviews a lot, as well. You see so much, and you write with honesty and feeling. Not just in your poetry.

Thank you my friend, the feeling is mutual :) I will come by for more, reading you :D let it land, sink, and make my best ones for you x

[Michelle N. H.]

It always makes me happy to see you here :) I'll make my way to your page again also x

Take your very precious time dear friend, do not ever rush... my writings stay here forever, as long as I don't get bored of them ha ha... ;-) xx I will do the same... your work is so precious, I need my time for every piece.

[Michelle N. H.]

I know, I shall do it in my own haste too ^^

Makes me happy, we have such a trust and understanding. :)

[Michelle N. H.]

I sense the same :)

[Relic]

Beautiful poetry. You have a maturity in your words and style. The music as well as the picture lull the reader into the feeling of the words with an easiness that compliments the poem.

[Michelle N. H.]

I was hoping for that affect with the music in the background. Thank you so much, Relic :)

[Relic]

My pleasure. You are very good.

[Sami Khalil]

Estrangements come in many forms and seasons and according to that we relate our thoughts with mother nature or disconnect from reality...A splendid poem....:)..........
The piano song was great...:)................

[Michelle N. H.]

It sure does come in many forms. Thank you, Sami Khalil! I admire your craft greatly, and I'm thankful for the visit :)

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...Any time...:).................

[Chris]

leaves a sense of deep breaths taken... and a tilted head understanding.

[Michelle N. H.]

It does feel good when someone's able to resonate with one's writing.

[Chris]

sometimes all a person wants... is to be heard and thought of, as a person.

[Nicole Williams]

beautifully written,
thank you for sharing your talent!

[Michelle N. H.]

Thank you, Kora. That's so sweet :)

[Sheila Kline]

It is these times when we gain the realization of what is real, and what is most important to us that we find the most peace! We struggle, ask questions and then come to the point of understanding of what life is about - the bad and the good of it when we come home! Home is always where we gain the most insight into the why of situations!!
Nice thoughts!

[Michelle N. H.]

:) Thank you for sharing your insight.

[nike butenco]

distance of love ))) deep

[Michelle N. H.]

My feelings exactly, distance of love.. Thank you for stopping by, nike :)

[Bob Sherunkle]

Beautifully written.Painted a very vivd picture in my mind.

[Michelle N. H.]

Great! Thank you.