The stark white of a sycamore
glints in the dappled forest.
A towhee rings clearly in the distance.
A trio of deer stare across the glen.
Their dark eyes lock on mine
and ask 'Why are you here? '
You reject the longer path
while I draw back,
reluctant to leave
the calm and quiet.
Then I see them-
Pale feather-cut leaves
and two hidden hearts
nestled at the base of a tree.
Common, yet delicate and graceful.
I almost missed them.
Return to me, linger
to see the hidden treasures.
What might you miss-
Your heart?
Mine?
This is inspired writing. So many accurate communicative metaphors that are either product of a strong imagination or someone who went out and did their research before writing. All in a case of a light natural word flow. Very good work indeed.
yet inspiring by the glints of love when dappled by the the colors stll when glitters by the calmness.............when wroght by the ingenuity yet of genere sui-generis, well penned,10/10-thanks for sharing
Callie, this is terrific! Then, there- I see them, Pale feather-cut leaves and two hidden hearts nestled at the base of a tree. Common- but delicate and graceful. Blessed. I almost missed them Nested in the natural beauty of a poingant trail I almost missed it too! Rgds, Ivan
The end transforms everything anf puts a whole new framework round it all. I love the quiet mastery of sound in this and in all your poems.
So pretty! you have a way with words :) Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
sad and beatuful Callista....love is a journey to be taken together, hand in hand, looking through each other's eyes, through each other's steps, all the way.....
Beautiful writing Callista. 'You take the low road, I'll take the high road'. We can be lonely when we are not alone. The ending sad. 10/10 Karin Anderson
I see a poignant portrait of two people who pursued a life apart. Angst..... reverberates.....while questions....................linger!
I like the last few verses... they just flow perfectly... this poem is perfect
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last three lines end with a question mark. When one comes to grips with questions as: 'Who are you? Why are you here? needs to linger.