In Repose
I thought I could catch leaves
as they flurried down trees
where the summer sun
had painted them green just yesterday
when they were laden with
liquid imagination, suspended
from moist branches drenched
in dew
but seasons change
frost must replace droplets of dew
and I must let the leaves go
as they will
to follow their course
to be turned in the winter soil
of soft sorrow as they mourn
the passing of color and wait
in quietude for
a new beginning.
© Neetu Malik
-
crow flies overhead
I hear pandemonium -
last night’s hurricane blew the roof off
pieces of felt lay on the street like bits of rubber tires -
She needs to dig deep
to pull the roots
that grow under her feet
to do so requires strength -
my room
a sanctuary
at the end of the day -
It must have been
a stormy night
when love flew out the window
of my vacant roomlike a feather
from a molting bird.
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Neetu’s intuitive poetic skill keeps me following her stuff, wherever it goes. Here in the first few lines a little inner voice in the reader peeps, “yes, yes, another sappy poem about a poet wailing over a dying leaf. Seriously, go beat another dead horse. . .” But look at what happens: HER emotions are shifted to the leaves themselves, softly personified in the closing stanza as mourning their own death but then accepting that in their death lies rebirth. . .so they quietly wait. Could leaves be sentient? There is evidence that trees can sense danger and protect themselves. So why not. . . .? This short poem provides an aura of oneness between Man and nature, an unusual and provocative turn that expands the reader’s sense of involvement through personification.
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