Metaphor Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Metaphor

The hero in my film is a man; a lonely
Loneliness can become too deadly!

Autumn is best season
The life is around and so is death!

A tree, half-dressed can reflect:
"Abandoned I am and, feel dying! "

Went searching
Went searching
Went searching

Imagine Toronto
And going canvasing
For trees; not finding thing!

Even the metaphor being of plastic.

If now finding trees is something
Since nature is killed to make buildings!
I feel sad for the kids in decades! ! !

Imagine King Street as almost
The last of streets in the North
Beyond that the marshlands,
Villages with the mills and farmland
And that was in the later sixties.