aubade with a broken bloom

(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
… an indifferent sky;
roots cry rivers
… soil with no so(u)l.




Prompted by Toads




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12 Responses to aubade with a broken bloom

  1. hedgewitch says:

    Simply said is sometimes saddest.

  2. Hedge is correct. The brevity of this piece makes its impact even more profound. The second and last line hit like a kick…

  3. Kerry O'Connor says:

    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.

  4. Oh De, this is such a heart-stirring write. Especially love ‘to soil with no so(u)l.’

  5. Sherry Marr says:

    Oh, WOW! Perfection!

  6. M says:

    as ever, elegant, De ~

  7. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    Appropriately bleak.

  8. Mournful is set in so few words… great poem as ever.

  9. Rommy Driks says:

    Elegant in its sadness. The repeated “u” in parenthesis is especially striking.

  10. Yes, mournful, yet beautifully written.

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