Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Inevitable

Leaves clamor,
like Sunday morning preachers
castigating sins
of a North
by too late wind.

A cold front settled
on addresses changed,

she left him...
he left her...
does it matter?

(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)

14 comments:

Aurora said...

I like this one!

floots said...

sadly beautiful
beautifully sad
nice one

polona said...

i echo floots.
love it!

Poetry by Kai said...

pat, ur breaking my heart with this poem....

she left him
he left her

that's sad:(

but good...

thanks 4 stopping by:)
come back anytime...

Lukas Abrhm said...

definitely good stuff.
no matter the wrenching on the heart.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

well done!

Masago said...

Wow, talk about twisting our emotions...and in such few words.

Shane said...

whoa man - good one
if this was a gymnastic's event, you just nailed the landing

whitney said...

What can I say that hasn't already been said?
:o)

Pris said...

A very good one, Pat. The sadness flows out and carries us along with it.

Poetry by Kai said...

thanks 4 stopping by again....
come back soon...

its_baxter said...

castigating...

i'm gonna have to look that one up :)

i like the ending.

Pat Paulk said...

Why thank you ma'am!!

Floots, fortunately this one and the next are not autobiographical.Not yet anyway! Thanks!

Polona, I echo my floots comment!! Thank you!!

Kai, I certainly wouldn't want to do that. Thank you !!

Lukas, thank you very much!!

J. Andrew thank you!! You're putting out some really thought provoking stuff on your blog these days.

Vaughn, thank you!!

Shane, if this were gymnastics it wouldn't take but one miss, and these old bones would shatter like toothpicks!! Thank you for your kind words!!

Whitney, it's enough!!

Pris, been in a strange mood the last couple of days, guess the poems reflect.

Ruthanne, I love looking up new words!! Glad I could give you one.

anu said...

So sweet and beautiful Pat