Gentle Fingers

THis was my very first one.

Sitting in the autumnal tide,

The cool breeze whisks the contours of my face,

Whisking the abyss of my mind,

Touching my thoughts with gentle fingers;

Molding them with subtle hands.

 

The trees, weeping; stationary in their solitude,

Void themselves of their pride,

At that moment of most adornment

The peak of beauty.  Yet,

Caught in God’s cruel game,

As gentle fingers, softly, smoothly,

Run down their limbs, as their tears fall silently to the ground.

 

They scatter the land - The Wasteland.

Careful not to step on them,

For such disrespect they deserve not.

Their fallen beauty before my eyes,

Their colors twist in silence…

Peace, I thought, endless peace swirling slipping in between

Gentle fingers.

 

Why do they weep so? What qualm is theirs?

If God be the culprit �" weep not

For God will rejoice with them once again,

Their tears will resurrect.

Mine will not.

 

How I envy them.

None is the promise of resurrection of my pride,

Whisked away as by gentle fingers…

But my stationary, solitary weeping is constant,

 

For God has saved a crueler fate for I.

My void �" endless. My tears �" eternal.

How pitiless is the hand that allows such gentle fingers,

To strip a tree of splendor �" for it returns

And I watch, naked, in my guilt.

 

That cruel hand mocks me in the cool autumnal tide,

How uneven nature is, and I find myself,

On the shorter side…

As gentle fingers wipe my tears,

Silently to the ground.

 

Reviews

[Eile MacIntyre]

Wowie, I am amazed. I wasn't quite sure what was going on, but then again when do I ever? haha. The words seemed to have a musical quality to them, they way they flowed.
Polished. Maybe that's the word I'm looking for.
It seems very sad to me. But I tend to favor sad poems. :)
In conclusion... I loved it.

[E.V. Black]

Quite melancholy, I found. I was a little confused at first, but now it has completely cleared.

[Kathryn]

Beautiful work! I love your writing style, and this poem is amazing. It's true - the gentelest touch can cause the most greif. Great work, keep writing :)