Landscape

Empty stretch of road

wet from today’s rain

trees line the shoulder

these trees have no names

because their names

are now forgotten

will these words come again

when the spring returns

does it really matter

given we’ve fallen into

our landscape of discontent  

Reviews

[Carol Cashes]

"...does it really matter
given we’ve fallen into
our landscape of discontent"

Indeed! Good question: Does our discontent color our memory even to the names of trees? They still have value, even in shades of gray. I enjoyed this and the resulting contemplation of forgetting in this hour of our discontent....

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Stark image and words evocative of winter dormance. Barren trees with "names.. now forgotten" ...in a "landscape of discontent"-beautifully dark lines. Lyrical, eloquent, great rhythm and flow..Ends with a question of hope of Spring's return. Great poem.

[MCS]

Hi Annette, thank you for reading and leaving a comment, our winter was really long this year and not must of a spring and summer is not really arrived yet.

[Kelly Scheppers]

When the spring returns, all is possible. Beautiful pen!

[MCS]

Thank you so much for reading and commenting.

[Kelly Scheppers]

It was a pleasure to discover you!

[Sami Khalil]

"these trees have no names
because their names
are now forgotten"

[MCS]

Thank you so much, you're always so kind with your words

[Sami Khalil]

I like this so much. So perfect...:)...............

[MCS]

Thank you for your ongoing support and kind words.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)..................