By Annette Gagliardi
Des Mones Branch
from my lips, down the cleft
of my chin, to hide
beneath my left breast
like shy children.
They grow thin and dissipate
into the night air.
They become ivy, climb
and encircle the old Oak like
a necklace.
My words are stained
and strained with the news
of the day: the murder, mayhem
degradation, the immoral, corrupt,
destitution.
I wail to no avail, cry and sigh.
My words whimper as they drift
like flightless birds on a sightless
journey.
They fall as rain
-ing leaves in autumn,
run down the days
in ways beyond
my comprehension.
Your choice of words in the penultimate stanza lends an extra fillip to its meaning…congratulations !
I just love your word journey!! It’s such a well written relatable poem! Well done!!
“Like flightless birds / on a sightless journey”
Beautiful, lovely images with a real sad heartfelt message of the news.
Very effective metaphors in this poem. Sometimes we despair, feeling that our words have no power. But the right words are indeed powerful, and when we express what is in our hearts, others do indeed take notice.
I love these words,
They fall as rain
-ing leaves in autumn,
run down the days
in ways beyond
my comprehension.
Wow! Very nice.