Who braided the hair of the weeping
willow tree & left a shoe?
Sky is brilliant shade of blue
as maple leaves shimmer in red and gold
woollybear caterpillar on a dead leaf
Why did the crab apple tree bind
itself with sea glass?
The forest floor is soft book
of needled pines and misplaced leaves
A river running low
smelling of dead fish, caught in the tides
Do you know what the earth meditates
upon in autumn?
My skin itches from pollen, tea bags
and unanswered questions
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - The questions as a Poetry - Hosted by Laura Bloomsbury.
Thanks for the visit.
A river running low
smelling of dead fish, caught in the tides
Do you know what the earth meditates
upon in autumn?
My skin itches from pollen, tea bags
and unanswered questions
Photo by Grace@Everyday Amazing
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - The questions as a Poetry - Hosted by Laura Bloomsbury.
Thanks for the visit.
Oh I love how you weaved the questions to those wonderful imagery of autumn contrasting rather than answering the questions.
ReplyDeleteYour questions are as beautifully erudite and elegiac as Neruda's -
ReplyDelete"Why did the crab apple tree bind
itself with sea glass?"
Excellent turn of the prompt Grace - thank you for joining in
oh you had me with the very first question you pose here? Just beautiful imagery weaved throughout....and then ending with that itching skin from pollen yes....but also from all those unanswered questions that are still afloat. Wonderful take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteI like your ‘zen-like’ answers Grace, a fitting answer for a question about meditates. As said above, why did the crab apple tree bind itself with sea glass’ is a beautiful posed question.
ReplyDeleteAh yes perhaps, but oh my how thoughtful each question is and brings such imagination and wonder to mind with each one!
ReplyDeleteBravo for pondering on more than one question, Grace, and making them seamless in your poem! They go together well with the braiding and binding, and the final question tying them together.
ReplyDeleteTruly beautiful Grace!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your autumn musings, Grace...and am still wondering who left the shoe?!
ReplyDeleteYou're like a poetic forensic expert as you pick your way through the items, where the results are inconclusive. Beautifully and carefully laid out, Grace.
ReplyDeleteWonderful!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery Grace. A very delicate and contemplative write!
ReplyDeleteSure much to fall, hopefully the itchies go away as Fall continues to play.
ReplyDeleteI love "My skin itches from pollen, tea bags and unanswered questions."
ReplyDeleteAhhh, if I'd read this first I wouldn't even have tried. Your poem is exceptional.
ReplyDelete"Who braided the hair of the weeping willow tree"
"The forest floor is soft book
of needled pines and misplaced leaves"
Autumn indeed poses many questions. The first one is an entire book in itself.
ReplyDeleteMarvellous! You painted a beautiful scene with your questions.
ReplyDeleteI fell hook line and sinker for that first stanza. Seriously swooning. And the whole is great as well.
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ReplyDeleteWho braided the hair of the weeping
willow tree & left a shoe?
A brilliant first line. Who could not read this poem? Loved it.
Ditto ditto ditto ditto What more to say. Loved it
ReplyDeleteI like the mimicking of the two-line model, and how you answer each question without answering it. Well done.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem Grace!
ReplyDeleteLove this...
Why did the crab apple tree bind
itself with sea glass?