 there is desperation in the greenest trees a secret conflagration in the coolest breeze the kitten at the window the butterfly in the air watch the raindrops follow each other in despair and when the leaves fall yellow in the rain the sidewalk hears them call a whispered name |
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Yes; the joint greatness of desperation and affection makes a striking poem.
I like the juxtaposition of the seemingly beautiful and the strikingly sad.
sometimes the declarative just rings true. i do not know why that is. this does that. cf. Georg Trakl:
"It is a stubble field, where a black rain is falling.
It is a brown tree, that stands alone." why, yes, of course. bravo to you.
A great mix. Well done
timmy,
I like this very much:
"a secret conflagration
in the coolest breeze"
And I agree with what you are saying about desperation. You express it so well here.
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