Black leaf hanging

by Poet on the Piano   Nov 12, 2010


I take a photograph of the unwritten horizon,
waiting for golden notes to flutter
and melt into winter dreams.
Memory forgets and time runs together
under a spellbound willow
that stirs my heart every year
when tender moments freeze
and no longer embrace the flushed air.
I am a tragedy unable to be painted,
a brusque key detached from harvest's caress.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Jad

    What a wonderful nature poem and I am impressed by your imagery and the great description you have given this poem painting a beautiful picture for us to read. Also the mixed emotions in this poem were nice as well and I found them to go right along with the poem and one last thing is the flow. I thought you did a wonderful job with the flow. Great job and keep writing.

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