Broken Branches

My hand sweeps across the distance

Placing time in the fingers of resistance

Vast shadows fall across those evening hues

As the golden fields in my mind fail to shine through

And come in waves, shades of grey

That whispy figure stands, solitary and resilient,

Under twisted branches

Embracing the landscape

With soft eyes and swollen heart

Tear drops become the rain

of my imaginary place

Smearing the desolation where

my soul chooses to stay

Reviews

[sushi]

"Vast shadows fall across those evening hues
As the golden fields in my mind fail to shine"...

Great write...

[Poetry Girl]

"tear drops become the rain". good line. good poem.

[Bard Constantine]

A world of gray shades where depression is the ruler... nice imagery that paints this sorrowful mood, this realm of despair...

[Pax Analog]

Strange and haunting mindscape. "Wispy" is the spelling.

"That wispy figure stands, solitary and resilient,/Under twisted branches/
Embracing the landscape/With soft eyes and swollen heart"

The poem as a whole, and those core lines remind me of a Night Gallery episode, specifically one the most poetic and haunting, "Dark Boy."

Broodingly graceful.

[Jonathan De Elvira]

good...i guess...yawn

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Very intimate portrait. You placed many images throughout that stand pop off the page.

[Miss Coral]

Beautiful piece... love the rhyme scheme and tone throughout it.

Excellent write.

-Coral-

[Aven]

"tear drops become the rain"

[loowzerX]

ahhh :)

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

moves deeply in undercurrents of silk ink~