The End of the Affair

By Silver Spun Sand
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Watched the sun set from the top of a hill;
a smur drifting in from the east feathered my cheek
like the stutter of your eyelids.
Between us – a thousand miles...
a sycamore, and a dry-stone wall, the moon
and a couple of stars, shining – bright
as a new-thawed mountain stream.
At my feet, fallen leaves – so readily
they fall and fall again, as if they’re falling in love,
somehow, with the ground...supplicants indeed,
and I try to learn from them such lessons
they would teach of surrender...the letting go
of a life, all to brief...wrapped in autumn’s splendour.
I wonder if the trees know new leaves will come
again next spring, as lonely...bereft they stand;
I’d tell them, but they’d never listen; a bit,
no – a lot, like me.
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I hate the thought of those
I hate the thought of those thousand miles! But I liked the poem. I really like the small, immediate detail of things you notice when your feelings are raw.
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All so delicately written. I
All so delicately written. I really liked the tree and leaves metaphor, and that last verse is heartbreaking.
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This is a fine poem, but I
This is a fine poem, but I wished that you would continue with the metaphors more. "Smur" is a fine word and very nice here, creates a sense of cold, splendid isolation. "Supplicant" is a religious word, but the religious metaphor is ditched for a brief sexual metaphor of "surrender, letting go of a life, all too brief, wrapped in autumn's splendor." Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare combines the sexual and spiritual metaphors to create a tension which gives the play a three-dimensionality. The poem is too short. Extend it to give the full dimension of the pilgrimage of leaves.
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I found the tree metaphor
I found the tree metaphor very intriguing, too, Tina, and yes delicately drawn as usual. Rhiannon
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