"A Fallen Woman..."

October Fest

"A Fallen Woman..."

How does a gentle man make love with a woman
when his touch elicits a hurt;
when his care brings tears;
When if his eyes find her and fill
- she looks away;
When even "Hi..."
leaves a sad taste of goodbye.

Leaning here... golden-hued leaves above
and untold rainbows all about -
crackling under passers-by's feet
and children's rolling bodies,
I can hear others' dreams -
making, being found, lost... broken
- and wonder if I just heard myself
thinking - all along.

Do leaves dream as they lie down to sleep
and pray for souls to be softly kept?
Does the rain wash the tears
from lonely eyes til free to fall
and soften the earth upon which we fell?

Beneath the leaves is a living loam
to softly crumble twixt fingers moving
in mindless flow as the heart whispers
and eyes don't see and hands just grasp
at unrealities...

Where does a gentle man
...go...

Chris

Author's Note

Rainy days

Reviews

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I loved this, This is so wonderful, full of feelings. Awesome penning!

[just rose.]

Poems filled with questions involve the reader to a very heightened degree - this is no exception - word choices here are very raindrop like, succession of images, alliteration, soft sounds ... the best poems make the language the oxcart for the theme - it takes a good handler - that intuitive sense is evident throughout.

I would lose the rainbows - you already have them here without even having to say, and I mean that as high praise.

[Emily B]

you do what you can . . . that's all you can do

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Breathtaking. The imagery is beautiful. Bittersweet is the taste of love, sometimes. But.. still, so sweet.