Wisdom Brings Unwished For Tears

Fluid, flowing brushwood sways,

swinging playful in soft breeze,

like the tresses of a girl

teasing moments through the pane,

I recall those long fair curls.

Ochre leaves depart their tree,

glisten with the recent rain,

in their final moments shake,

tremble as they spiral down,

silent forms a golden lake.

When we're young we do not see

how fragile daily life can be

and only as we grow in years

do losses heap like fallen leaves

as wisdom brings unwished for tears.

Reviews

[john l smith]

Very nicely written
I feel that concerning the age and wisdom I have gained through the years, I could do without quite a large portion of the age but still need to corral a much greater supply of wisdom ( specialy wear speling iz consernd)
Nice thoughts
Dave

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Dave, know what you mean about spelling.

Chris

[Wesley Dingler]

This is so true.
It makes me chuckle, not cause it's funny, but because i agree with the title as much as the poem. I love when poets put the synopsis in the title, then let it grow into the greater story from there.
Cheers my lady.

*raises glass of wine.

[Chris Shaw]

Well thank you kind sir. Pleased this offering meets with your approval. Hope all is good with you.

Chris

[A hare off]

Really nicely done. Quite enchanting at that. Love your look at life through the eyes of young and old. No they don't see how fragile life is but they will in time.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for your lovely review. Your visit genuinely appreciated.

Chris

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I think this is my favourite piece of yours that I've so far read. The final stanza being what I relate to the most. It's good to be carefree and young. Wisdom does come with a heavy price. ..
Lovely imagery in this one.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Dr Y. Lovely to hear you think this one of mine a favourite. It is good to be carefree and young. Plenty of time in your older years to contemplate more serious matters.

Chris

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Somewhere in those heaps of fallen leaves, lies a bit of our bliss and buoyancy. Our tears pool into a silent, golden lake, reflecting our losses at us. Yet Autumn can be as beautiful as Spring. Just like this poem.

[Chris Shaw]

Hello Dhara, I do agree autumn can be as beautiful as spring. What it doesn't do however for me is give me that feeling of rebirth, of newness. Autumn makes me feel weary (lol). I so appreciate your reviews. Always good to see you on my page.

Chris

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

You are most welcome Chris. I love that your writing has always something new and refreshing to offer, covering a myriad of feelings and experiences. Thanks for sharing.

[Olivia Danielle]

Beautifully written. I admire how you rhymed words, this is not something simple to do.

[Chris Shaw]

Hello Olivia pleased to see you here. Many thanks for leaving a review.

Chris

[barleygirl]

As a nature-lover, I am entranced by the way you describe imagery from nature (great choice of details expressed with interesting word sounds). As a rhyme-aholic, I love what you're doing with an unusual rhyme pattern. It's amazing how your poem conveys the beginning & the end, finishing with the lesson, seemingly short-and-sweet tied with a bow, but leaving us with a profound lesson to think deeply on (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Chris Shaw]

What a lovely review Margie. Thank you so much.

Chris

[Jimmy Yetts]

With lovely eloquence, deep perception is conveyed.
Too often, life can be incredibly sad.
Amazing piece, Chris!

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Jimmy, pleased to hear you enjoyed the read. Many thanks.

Chris

[Einstein Noodle]

beautiful Chris ... simply beautiful
E.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Mr E. Wishing you a beautiful Sunday.

Chris

[Einstein Noodle]

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