In Metaphor Trees

The leaves of the Maple
have fallen by now;
All but the few
still linger, somehow.

Glory! in colors –
red, green and orange!
I feel I should know them,
but don’t, they’re still foreign.

And yet something strange,
as leaves from a tree,
A metaphor, Maple;
leaves, memory:

I knew them as only
they would know me,
And those who have fallen,
are long gone by now;

But still I remember,
as strangers somehow –
Friends in the spate,
the short here-and-now.

So much for the Maple,
as metaphors be;
And leaves that are peopled
by metaphor trees.

©2014, Marvin Welborn
11 Nov 2014. Revised 20 Dec 2014; 4 Feb 2015; 30 May 2016

Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse

The leaves of the Maple
have fallen by now.
All but the few
still linger, somehow.

Glory! in colors –
green, red and orange!
I feel I should know them;
I don’t, they are foreign.

And something as strange
as leaves from a tree:
A metaphor, Maple,
leaves, memory.

I knew them only
as they would know me,
And those who have fallen,
Are long gone by now;

But still I remember
as strangers, somehow:
Friends in the spate
of the short here-and-now.

So much for the Maple,
as metaphors be;
and leaves that are peopled
by metaphor trees.

©2014, Marvin Welborn
11 Nov 2014. Revised 20 Dec 2014.

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Comments

  1. Metaphor tree…a brilliant piece of writing. It’s certainly tough to see all these metaphoric leaves drifting away, but to extend that metaphor…spring is coming, when new friends can blossom.

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  2. it is about relationship..those of the leaves we never knew we don’t care much for their fall… others we cling to and sometimes wish we could fall with them…

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  3. The lightness of the rhyme deceives the deepness that lies behind the words. I especially liked these two stanzas:

    “I knew them only
    as they would know me,
    And those who have fallen,
    Are long gone by now;

    But still I remember
    as strangers, somehow:
    Friends in the spate
    of the short here-and-now.”

    It feels like brothers-in-arms, standing side-by-side.Reminds me of a recently viewed movie, “Fury,” where the new recruit was told not to “get to close” to anyone. Even in our lives friends come and go, some leave and some pass on. This is very well done.

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