Fleeting

You are fleeting.

You are the raindrops

on the pavement after

a storm. You are snow,

in the Spring and ice-

particles in July after

a heatwave, a drought

You are twenty cents

in my jean pocket after

seven months, bleached

spots on my favorite

blouse, the head of a

half-smoked cigarette

on the porch you are

a burnt match, leaves

on our oldest Oak Tree

You are strands of hair

on a cancer patient,

and clouds are made of

dust anyway and they

disappear eventually,

much like you, drifting

endlessly like a balloon

filled with helium, I have

to let you go.

Author's Note

sorry for being elsewhere lately

i will read all of you beautiful souls' writings soon!

Reviews

[Honey]

I really love this poem. The imagery is wonderful; such creative ideas of things that are fleeting. The cadence was right on. The only thing I would consider changing is the last line. This poem is such symbolism that it seems redundant to obviously state it. The feeling I got from reading it was already that this was a person you wanted to let go. I might even leave, "...filled with helium" as the last line. I really liked this poem, thank you for sharing! :)

[Ali Guerra]

thank you for your feedback! i appreciate it