Double Glazed
By Ewan
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The blossom has fallen from the trees,
as it must, when Boreas puffs his cheeks.
The leaves shake, the weakest fall, floating,
anticipating autumn by months at least.
Watching this happen through twin panes
of bird-besmirched glass, I miss it,
the rustling sound that the meanest tree
makes in the slightest breath of breeze.
Our bubble-lives are double-glazed,
we observe to preserve, wait to leave.
Some will leave and not know the joy of it,
being borne away to diminished rites,
where mourners grieve in singletons,
whilst a lone magpie sings the requiem.
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Loved those lines:-
Loved those lines:-
The blossom has fallen from the trees,
as it must, when Boreas puffs his cheeks
The leaves shake, the weakest fall, floating,
anticipating autumn by months at least.
I could just imagine the wind as a face, puffing out his cheeks and blowing the blossom flowers away, similar to children blowing the fluffy dandilions. Wish I'd written a poem about that now. I did enjoy yours though.
Jenny.
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I was just going to like this
I was just going to like this (because I did), but happened to notice it said 'not good enough' and thought this was a new feature where we might 'like' or alternatively let someone know that their writing was 'not good enough'. Had a moment of thinking how harsh that was when I realised it was a writing folder...phew. Anyway I did like this, especially the second stanza.
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This is Super....
and super sad reflections and reflection...gently done. Deep sigh after reading,
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Beautiful!
I love the imagery, it drew me in and your words and the cadence of the poem was enthralling like a spell. I thoroughly enjoyed the read. Beautifully written.
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