Cherry Blossom

Something about her
the way she sips her beer
as if it’s tea, and she’s in a kimono
peering out into a storm
as the wind rattles the pot
and snakes through the silk
she undulates, sliding her finger
over the rim, then sips

I know the real storm
broods inside her frail frame
but she says little. mostly listens
and it drives me utterly insane
she should scream or bang on walls
she should throw ashtrays into tvs
but instead, she simply nods
her glazed eyes as still as pearls

She’s like a cherry blossom descending
towards the  muddy trail below
she will be trampled by hooves
of  merchants and thieves
and I am the charcoal cloud, aching
as I feel her falling farther from me…

Author's Note

whatever comes to mind, as always.

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

You always know when you've written something that is moving for others when reviews still come in after years of being posted. The title caught my attention because I absolutely love cherry blossoms, and I'm very glad I took the time to read this. Truly beautiful work.

[Alessander]

Thank u Brittany.
And merry xmas

[Brittany Zedalis]

Merry xmas to you too! ^-^

[Matching Socks]

A new one from you?
Enjoyed the read.
There's an eerie calm I sense, as if your cherry blossom knows it's inevitable and accepts her fate.
And all that will be lost with it.

[Alessander]

yup. enjoy them while you can ;)

[Matching Socks]

is this poem about anything in particular?
just curious? don't want to make assumptions.

[Alessander]

yes, it's about something in particular, but I'm a poet, and not allowed to divulge :O

[Matching Socks]

Fine. :-)