Leaving (an Italian sonnet by Troy Cady)
Leaving
by Troy Cady
And he recalls those days of limp wet leaves,
of walks in rain and talks beyond the why’s
of friends. She placed her small soft hand in lies
and stroked the pain enclosed and clenched; he grieved,
chest taut and tense till now, and found relief
in sobs. Her mouth kept still. And warm damp sighs,
pale skin, lithe heart, held gaze, brave soul, and time
had eased his fears to sleep with fresh wet heaves.
Ash trees let go of torn, spent leaves. They held
before through seasons that had always fall
or winter chill, but now astir, they blew
from wind that once was ire. Air cooled, they fell
by cloud and mist and droplets pure. Her call
he heard. Like limp wet leaves, he dropped, then flew.
Rob said...
Strong! Especially the last sentence “Like limp wet leaves, he dropped, then flew.” This picture reminds me of a song of Enya (One by one from the cd Wild Child). In my mind’s eye I see a tree, grown through history and leaves which seem to stay there… but yet are temporary. Leaving leaves looks simple but is a history of growth, light and pain. Letting go. But also… make the ground fruitfull. Sometimes it is grace that we may leave the path, and find new ways and days! Anyway: I like the sonnet. Go on!
November 20th, 2008 at 11:01 pm