Of an Orchard

I have spent the past few months
far outside of the circle
Fingers intertwined become
connected through a spiral
If I were in the middle
I would follow every motion,
like a leaf upon the river
making its way to the ocean
have fun,

While I got caught up in the wind
and lost all sense of my direction
I asked my Mother Nature
if she would make an exception
for me

One of her fallen leaves

If I was sleeping with my roots,
underneath our dying maple tree
maybe I could change my colors
and you'd look for me again

But it seems I've found myself
far outside of the orchard
If I'm part of a cycle,
I'll just keep moving forward
to be gathered in a gutter
or recycled with the seasons
while you accept your fate,
stick around without a reason why
Goodbye

There are some things poets words
could never illustrate,
but if we meet again
then I could be part of the weight
that crumbles you to pieces

Author's Note

Edit #3

Reviews

[Ed Fagan]

excellent write. I haven't checked to see if you're still writing and posting on here but I do hope you are.

[Frieda P]

Simply stunning, your words have movement all their own, and the sentiment is brilliantly hued.

[Zakari Schmidt]

Thank you very much! I spent a bit of time working on the flow of it so your review made me smile :)

[Frieda P]

Well deserved, you did a great job Zach. :)

[Moonie]

Wow, this is simply beautiful. It reminded me of the song of myself by Walt Whitman. However, I noticed a typo in the last paragraph. Do you mean poet's words or poets' words. My favourite lines would be
"If I was sleeping with my roots 
underneath our dying maple tree, 
maybe I could change my colors 
and you'd look for me again."

In my library! :)

[Zakari Schmidt]

Thank you very much! I really appreciate it. Haha it should be the latter, poets'

[Moonie]

Even after 2 years, I have re read this poem several times from my library...it gets me everytime...my favourite on this site...wish you were still posting! :)

[DeadDreamer]

This is the kind of writing that gives me chills. The visual effects I got from reading this were as beautiful as the poem itself. Well done, sir.

[Zakari Schmidt]

Thank you, I love when something I read or music has that effect on me, so that's really cool my poetry can do that. Inspires me to write more. Thanks for taking the time to read it

[MomzillaNC]

I like the sensations you're attempting to evoke here. But, you have an uneven rhythm and rhyme. When it falls apart, the poem feels a little lost, struggling for it's metaphors. Where the rhythm works, the flow keeps you moving forward, like the rush of time.

[Zakari Schmidt]

Thanks for the review.. I agree the piece does get lost at times but in a sense it's kinda like the story itself. Blurred photo in a dusty frame

[MomzillaNC]

Thanks for sharing it.

[Zakari Schmidt]

And thank you for reading!! :) it's a work in progress still

[MomzillaNC]

I know what a struggle a poem can be sometimes. For example, my own poem, "Laugh Clown… Laugh," was very difficult. There was so much to say about someone like that. See, I start with a free association of ideas. Then, I craft those ideas into my poem. But, with that one, the ideas just kept coming. With every new tribute or run of his work, new ideas for the poem flowed. I really struggled to pare it down and craft the final poem, something that could strike the cord between gratitude and guilt.

Where as, "Mother's Lament" just tumbled out of me, free form and complete in one draft! Go figure.

[Zakari Schmidt]

That's what I love about writing, it's almost like solving a mystery. I will have to read some of your work, thank you again! I like to think my approach is similar, sometimes I have to pace myself as the words continue to flow I get rushed easily, shifting my balance or hovering around too long

[MomzillaNC]

That happens to me too. Sometimes, there's just too much to say.