(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) – E.E. Cummings
..
april aches
…..with mo(u)rning.
barren branches clatter
…..to an indifferent sky;
roots cry rivers
…..to soil with no so(u)l.
..
Prompted by Toads.
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Simply said is sometimes saddest.
Hedge is correct. The brevity of this piece makes its impact even more profound. The second and last line hit like a kick…
*lines*
So much stands out for me in this poem – the aubade in contrast to the mournful mood, the repeated U in parentheses and each crisply crafted line.
Brilliant.
Oh De, this is such a heart-stirring write. Especially love ‘to soil with no so(u)l.’
Oh, WOW! Perfection!
as ever, elegant, De ~
Appropriately bleak.
Mournful is set in so few words… great poem as ever.
Elegant in its sadness. The repeated “u” in parenthesis is especially striking.
Yes, mournful, yet beautifully written.