Unwanted miseries

spilleronsheet

Broken leaves

Drift with wind

Dry lakes

Looking above

Not a streak of rain lace

 

Cherry blossoms

Lost in season of spring

Years pass by

Passerby walk away

Season of fall

With no ends

Where winter of frozen emotions embrace

But where are you spring ?

Years have gone

Will you not visit the doorstep

Open are  doors

Breeze of cold winds freeze

 

Emotions stale

Die away at touch of society at displease

Winter kills, whatever breathe that laced

Missing the last tweak of scent

That musk, left behind….

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  • Rocky Lagou

    Incomparable dear poet! This is such an intense almost melancholic experience that the speaker is going through. I feel every season brings its own adversities and sometimes fall is the season that reflects us humans the most. We'll all eventually fade and spiral to the ground like a dry leaf. Thank you for this deep reflection Spiller. I think the line "Die away at touch of society at displease" is also important to note. Oftentimes our society can play a strong influence in our lives, for the good or bad.

    • spilleronsheet

      Enamoured by your thoughts…how well you connect with writer’s mind…resonating with every stroke of mine…thanks a lot dear Rocky…..

    • theneophiles_words

      Delicate one, Nature has ways that make us understand the importance of everything. The things we pass by are the things we crave later on. Eventually, leaving us like that broken leaf drifting with wind in search of that missing musk. Well penned, dear poet.

      • spilleronsheet

        Thanks a lot dear bubblehead….it’s so sweet to hear from you…and you got me nature is surely one of the best teacher and preacher….

        • theneophiles_words

          Your writings are so captivating it takes me on an unknown voyage every time. Also, I hope everything is fine on your end. It feels good to be back.

          • spilleronsheet

            Thanks always bubblehead…life is a see-saw sometimes on our sides, and sometimes not…but then I guess key is keep moving….

          • L. B. Mek

            Beautiful!
            so much suffering, inspires
            our most cherished Art
            thanks for sharing dear Poet

            • spilleronsheet

              Thanks a lot dear Mek….some sufferings may be worth it…



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