Poem for a Lost Maple

My boyfriend mourns the loss of the Francophone Canada

 

Maple,

Translucent, crimson,

blowing, bending, breaking,

like tongues, windswept, erased.

Uprooted.  

Reviews

[Donald Meikle]

In Fall they speak in vivid colour Showing how to dress appropriately The rest of the time is spent trying to belong

[Clockwork]

I liked how you used the cinquain form for this subject. The observation that you make about the destruction of the tree are palpable. They dig beyond superficial observations and strike at the hear of what the tree endures--to be "windswept, and erased."

It is a sad day for the trees, and you have brought that agony into view. Well done.

[Emily]

So symbolic. It says so much in so few words, which is something I struggle with. Again, beautiful language. "like tongues, windswept, erased. Uprooted." Keep writing.

[Seshat Nidaba]

Nice language, expressive and symbolic, descriptive and poignant.

[emmajoy]

Beautifully written, beautiful thoughts .. 'like tongues, windswept, erased' Your imagination floors me sometimes, you lead people into a scene as if by magic!

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Positively lovely, Sel! Or should I say, "Tres Bien".
Not only did you rock the Cinquian, but the story told is beautiful, and sad.
Love this!

[SpokenWord]

Nicely done! you did well on this format! It is good to see so many writing in this style and I think you did great like the others I have read.

[arbitrary jane]

there are those among us who feel the loss of things more than others.
things that perhaps have no concrete bearing on their individual lives, but still, somehow... absolutely do.
this is a marvel.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

hauntingly lovely!