The mulberry leaves turn yellow-green,
So pretty and transient
Like duchesses.
The sycamores just cover everything in a utilitarian brown.
See here,
They say.
See here.
Oh I miss you.
Every thought of you peels my heart like an apple,
The pain so sharp that it almost makes me beautiful again,
My skin as white
As winter.
The maples are shockingly heartless,
Draping themselves in such a shameless, compelling, and unforgettable red
Just before they grow bored
And turn to naked bones,
Lovers transformed,
Offering nothing.
Oh I am the Queen Of All Fools,
And yet even I know the supreme idiocy of trying to put the leaves back,
To retrieve June
In immaculate
Perfection--
With the first snow in the air,
The train is at the station.
The duchesses, with all their trunks and hat boxes have boarded.
The bell clangs,
Summer is gone,
And nothing you love is ever coming back.
It is the victory of the sycamores--
See here,
You on the platform in the dusk,
See here.
________
Again and again you pierce my heart.
ReplyDeleteIs it all inspiration? Almost too good for there not to be SOME perspiration.
ReplyDeleteHow perfect! And yesss. Again and again.
Peace.
This is so gorgeous and lonely. Truly beautiful, Shay.
ReplyDeleteVery pretty.
ReplyDeleteYou are a gypsy a goddess a sublime poetess a governor of words and ideas... there is a topic every where to relate to you and your writing
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Shaysie ROCKS Wayne County!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat a way with words. Lovely.
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This one breaks my heart. It makes me want to say anything is possible! Hold on to the good, throw away the bad and remember, June is no better than December, my b-day month! :)
ReplyDeleteSorry for my silly joke. Regardless of what my Birth Certificate says, I am feeling twelve years old tonight =)
ReplyDeleteSee Here!
ReplyDeleteAloha, poet
Comfort Spiral
i can understand the desire to put the leaves back. but sometimes they fall for a reason. wait for your spring and bask in it when it comes...
ReplyDeleteCareful those leaves make walking slippery
ReplyDeleteShay,I want to memorize this poem and walk around the streets reciting it to any one who will listen.
ReplyDeleteI like this picture of the natural cycle of leaves, compared to the unplanned cycles of the heart.
ReplyDeleteI love...fall.
ReplyDeleteI have no idea how you go inside yourself to find this beauty, this tragedy, these amazing words...
ReplyDelete"Every thought of you peels my heart like an apple,
The pain so sharp that it almost makes me beautiful again,"
Makes me beautiful again...Wow!
I could read that over and over and come out with something new everytime...
Your spirit is indeed imbued with a muse of amazing technique and magick!
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This just became my favorite poem you've written.
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P.S. Isn't Shaysie rocking Oakland County?
ReplyDeleteThis breaks my heart with its beauty and its sadness... Your poems are wonderful, Shay.
ReplyDeleteWow, I can't believe I missed this. The photo, the imagery, the heartfelt sadness... yet I sense a bit of longing to go through it all over again.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
I never heard it put better than this:
ReplyDelete"Every thought of you peels my heart like an apple,
The pain so sharp that it almost makes me beautiful again,"
That? is everything in two lines.
Bravi Signorina, bravissimi!