the times
are bleak, cold and always passing
yet
sunlight comes creeping in
putting a
light on the dust settled on the wings
of ideas
you shaped, but never kept the fire burning
your body
transformed into that one of a tin man
and now you
know how it feels to bleed rust
the seeds
you water will sprout
every leaf
has possibilities and a purpose
even after
it dies away
it merges
with the soil and feeds
the new
ones, preparing to bloom
every
waiting, like silence, has its ending
*
A fresh beginning is always on the anvil and all we need to is to keep our faith and hope alive!
ReplyDeleteIndeed we need to! :)
DeleteWe can see the usefulness in others but often it hard to find in ourselves. Better to be a butterfly than wasteful and destructive mankind.
ReplyDeletesuch a delicate and observant poem.
ReplyDeletethe title reminded me of a quote from Haruki Murakami, "Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear"
Nataša I loved reading this a few times as I contemplated silence having an ending....
ReplyDelete'every leaf has possibilities and a purpose' gives great hope...
wonderful last line!
ReplyDelete'after it dies away
ReplyDeleteit merges with the soil and feeds
the new ones, ' ~ so much wisdom in these words for our human life... ~ Love the deep meaning you gave to this metaphor.
Yes, every leaf has a purpose...I like that thought. And even after it dies its purpose is carried on by the soil it has fed. Definitely applicable to humans as well. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteI liked how slight hope delicately flows into your poem, via the light and the coming leaves.
ReplyDeleteThe leaf that leaves have a way of returning.
ReplyDeletesilence has a way of being filled with song again..
Love your thought of life to return again. Works so well at this time of this year, or for anyone deep in melancholy.
I love it when light comes creeping in!
ReplyDeleteI can see strength and growth in this poem. "Now you know how it feels to bleed rust" is such a great line. I love the watering and tending of new seeds......powerful last line! Great writing, Natasa.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful write, especially the closing!
ReplyDeleteVery nice writing. 'your body transformed into that one of a tin man and now you know how it feels to bleed rust'. Great wording and imagery. Very well done!
ReplyDeleteThey will move on despite us, those ideas--the good and strong ones. Tin Man--gosh! Well done.
ReplyDeleterenewal is what nature is all about, but humans are making it tough.
ReplyDeletefantastic ending to the poem. :)
To bleed rust - wow! I like this poem. I sensed a little anger, but mostly hope in new beginnings.
ReplyDeleteI like it when sunlight creeps in and every leaf has possibilities..that is so true even when a leaf falls it still can be transformed.
ReplyDeleteI so enjoyed reading this, Natasa. Lyrical and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThe poem ends with a positive tone.
ReplyDeleteLoved that
oh this is lovely...i get the feeling that life is but a series of re-birthing...transforming. as if every experience becomes useful...
ReplyDeleteGosh, the imagery and the word play. I love it!
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