Whatever I Know to be True
Chartreuse willows softly sway
in my memories...
Summertime June's
sunlit tapestries.
Shadows therein, hide
life's harshest realities
of inflicted pain.
Yet, straightforward oak's
heart...
like a good Cabernet,
offers comfort,
absorbs sorrow via
recycled rain.
Then it's true...when end
meets beginning...
I'm with you.
Loved the cycle of the end meeting the beginning!
ReplyDeleteI specially admire this part:
ReplyDeletethe straightforward oak's heart
offers comfort, absorbs
and recycles our sorrow.
I love the 'Chartreuse willows' (so much like the ones in our garden) and 'sunlit tapestries', Kathy. I much prefer shade and shadows to stark sunlight. I also love the idea of absorbing sorrow via recycled rain'.
ReplyDeleteSigh... this is incredible raw and poignant. Especially like; "Shadows therein, hide life's harshest realities of inflicted pain."
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful and touching.
ReplyDeleteNice ending and I liked that stanza about the oak and the recycled rain.
ReplyDeleteThen it's true...when end
ReplyDeletemeets beginning...
I'm with you.
Most reassuring, Kathy! It cannot be any better than that!
Hank
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteA profound truth and nostalgic imagery to go along with it.
ReplyDeleteLove the end of this poem... so true
ReplyDeleteI seemed to have lost you once again but was looking at those sites I have looked at in the past and saw you there. I love your poetry and this poem as well.
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