Waiting for a bird to sing

by Karla   Nov 19, 2015


The leaf waits for me
like a woman in love:
naked, eager, languid.

i am weak:
words are weapons
dooming me to be free.
i crawl listlessly
to poetry, hoping
for a new deviation.
but i lost something:
it is odd to notice
another macula.

there is no adjective
in english to explain
what's happening.
i can only say i feel everything,
i miss everything.

and it aches me
to comprehend the sacredness
of my pain, our pain.
the violence of the moment
makes my leaf curl
and at that point
i bend too rearranging
my heart's bookshelves
crammed with the poetry of life:
the one that has always driven me
to the tenderness of the crisp words.

karla bardanza

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  • 8 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Judging comment

    Karla's poem this week is breathtaking!

    Her brilliant and elegant metaphoric display of the leaf was truly out of this world. the sorrow and madness of the world and events can be felt within each and every line, just beautiful!

  • 8 years ago

    by Cindy

    Karla
    Another poem you have penned....full of metaphors. What images you leave for the readers mind.

    and it aches me
    ^^^
    You might want to find another way to say this line. It doesn't read right.

    Otherwise nice job
    Take care Cindy
    Congratulations on your win

  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Congratulations on this piece and the win, Karla.
    Ben

  • 8 years ago

    by NOOR

    Wonderful writing straight from heart. Keep writing hun. :-)

  • 8 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Beautiful

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