about the pretty perfection
of falling leaves
but hush
when conversation turns
to branches stripped bare.
Song Choice: Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day
Liner Notes for this Groove: This poem was created for the prompt given at Poets and Storytellers United, October.
Perceptive and poetic!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteHmmm, very true ... and invites speculation.
ReplyDeleteI do love it when a piece does that :)
DeleteThe good and the ugly (who is not necessarily bad, nor is the pretty necessarily good but rather inherited that call.)
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It's always worth taking the time to look below the surface.
DeleteWell that's something I'd never thought of before! Although, there is such beauty in bare branches too. No one takes vacations to see them like the leaves though.
ReplyDeleteI think there is too, especially when there is snow on the ground.
DeleteWhere I live the branches rarely get bare, so I'd welcome the sight of a few naked trees!
ReplyDeleteHa! LOL, I could see the need to change things up.
DeleteNice one. Maybe the transformation is so awesome, it's enought to ponder. Took me to...
ReplyDeleteOn a withered branch
A crow is perched
An autumn evening
--Basho
much❤love
Basho is always lovely to contemplate
DeleteA hush is a sign of awe and utmost respect, so I think this suggests bare branches may possess the greater beauty.
ReplyDeleteThat is a lovely interpretation
DeleteI have a HUGE tree in my back yard forest (which literally IS the Blue Ridge Parkway) and it is my favorite when stripped bare for winter. But right now they are all turning color and the number of visitors coming to our town to see this happen is HUGE. They won't be here to see bare trees :)
ReplyDeleteLOL, maybe they'll enjoy the ones closer to home. :D
DeleteA very thoughtful poem and I love trees dressed or undressed.
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteWe, humans, tend to add very strange around change. We can admire the beauty of the process and then complain about the results. I think life is so much easier (prettier and happier, too) when we value the sight of budding leaves, falling leaves, naked branches and the rest.
ReplyDeleteHumans are the oddest things ever.
DeleteA lovely reminder to wax poetic about bare branches ... Cheers.
ReplyDeleteThanks Helen
DeleteLove this! Perhaps the branches don't mind being bare.
ReplyDeleteIt might feel very freeing for them!
DeleteYour poem reminds me of what's still to come; late autumn with bare trees and intense darkness.
ReplyDeleteAnd I have plenty of tea and blankets ready for those days. :D
Deletewhen i left my tropical isle for Japan in autumn, and for the first time see all the (real) leaves in shades of yellow and red, i was in awe. I was at Korankei gorge and i've never seen so many colourful leaves in my life.
ReplyDeleteBut i think bare branches also have a beauty of their own. :)
I completely agree.
DeleteSo true! We tend to wax poetic about falling leaves, but bare limbs seem to call for drab realism!
ReplyDeleteOf course. The leaves are a thing of beauty, easy to see. But the bare branches, one has to look closely and deeply to see the beauty. It's there, but too many don't want to take the trouble to look for it. Absolute truth in your words.
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