- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Fall from Grace
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The water is green glass. The lazy trees
admiring their reflections from the banks
extend low branches, an entreaty that
will not be answered: there's no ripple on
the haughty surface, cold, complacent, far
too much aware of its own excellence
just like a pretty woman knows her worth
and spurns a courteous gesture but forgets
that soon the trees will tire of her face
and look away and shed their weary leaves
before the autumn winds. The mirror, deep
and dark as yet, will dull. A coat of leaves
and twigs and beechnut cups contrives to break
the shining surface, and the forceful gale
whips up the water in a rage of hail.
- COMMENTS
DawnJabout 10 years ago...a reminder of the ways in which Man mirrors Nature. And always, a lesson to be learned. Very nicely done!
Oldbear63about 10 years agoYou caught me up quickly with:
admiring their reflections from the banks
extend low branches, an entreaty that
will not be answered:
The held me tightly throughout the rest, each line deepening my enjoyment.
Cleardaynowabout 10 years agoI viewed this, the first of the new Demure poems, with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation lest it would not be as wonderful as so many previous ones. This was not helped by my stumbling and initially misreading ‘ripple’ as ‘nipple’ in the second verse (piss off Freud).
It is wonderful. There is that delicate flow of words that I so deeply admire and wish I could do myself. More important still, there is the beautiful, haunting and evocative metaphor – that is teased out, manipulated and extended.
Others are much better than me at seeing and analysing the verbal structures that create flow but I really like the emphasis given by the rhyming of the last two lines.
There are various different styles of poetry. You are by far and away the best in this style of evocative clarity.
