"A Fallen Woman..." 2

Octoberfest Version2

"A Fallen Woman..." -2
 
How does a gentle man make love
when his touch elicits a hurt;
when his care brings tears;
When if his eyes find her and fill
- she looks away.

Leaning here... still golden leaves above
while autumn's hues find rest 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 kept?
Does the rain wash the tears
from eyes 'til free to fall
and soften the earth upon which we fell?

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

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

Chris

Author's Note

I do listen - thank you "just rose".

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

To dream land, or the land of regret depending upon where his actions led him I think. Whatever the truth is, this is a great piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

A poem with strength and create many questions. Sometime doors are close and cannot be reopen. I learn from many mistakes. Never be negative even when you feel the need to be. Love and kindness may bring forgiveness. I like the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Lilly Negoi]

"Do leaves dream as they lie down to sleep
and pray for souls to be kept?"
maybe they dreamed prior to going to sleep, all summer long, while suspended on branches between heaven and earth...

[Ursula Kay Vos]

This was so beautiful. Listening to you or her, or both? Either way, the introspective thought process here shows a man that cares to love the way she needs to be loved. The thoughts are expressed so beautifully that they seem effortless however they are clearly not.

[Emily B]

and you listen so well . . .

[J. J. Nightingale]

So fragile those fallen leaves .. crumbling beneath . .we watch and wish as others' play and lose .. and take chances .. and wonder if- .. .. The ground not so soft , maybe .. those tears didn't soften .. .. They just reminded of other tears .... We reach for- .. in hopes of - .. A gentle touch.

What a difference a day makes .. Jasmine

[Judy Ponceby]

Indeed, subtle soft touch with your words, Chris. Well done.

[sharonlee]

Subtle touches make a difference here..... catches...in the throat.