Sick of it all, on Streets of Sycamore (Autumn 2015)

My favorite image is of the suitcases gathering dust. I occasionally have to take mine down and dust them, even more, since they're in an outdoor shed, I have to knock wasps nests made of dried earth from them.

However the image of the leaf drifting to a doorstep is haunted with emotion.

Each carefully laid image holds loneliness and loss, the absence that remains afterward, to me. It resonates and aches my heart.

Thanks my friend. This would work better as a piece of prose me thinks. To actually add clarity and perspective.

This is one of those writes that leaves me with a feeling - pensive, melancholy - but I can't really put my finger on the why or how of it. I guess that doesn't matter. I love your imagery. And the noun/verb nature of the word "leaves" is absolutely delicious word play!
❤️k

That's very kind K. Pleased you got the word-play. It really happened as described. To place my life in the hands of a falling leaf really was utterly ridiculous, but it felt like I was losing my mind at the time. So trying to make sense of it now is pretty senseless. Diolch

Truly appreciate your kInd words R. Not sure it held much gravitas as a poem. I do love an olde sycamore. Wob

This might be one of my favourites that you’ve written. The use of language is extremely elegant and picturesque. There’s an almost 19th-century rustic feel to it a la John Clare. The second line is absolutely exquisite.

Isn't that weird my friend. I don't think it's a very strong poem. Your comments are always welcome and taken on board. Diolch.

I want to leave a comment here but because I know I can't. Much love right here ❤️

Well, thank you Ma'm. Luckily, I no longer use tree furniture to decide my fate. Llangernyw guides me these days. Diolch

Llangernyw. Life Love Hope lives there!!!+
Good for you!!!!

Dear R,

I really appreciated the honest confession in your poem. That feeling of being exhausted or apathetic and letting the forces of nature decide the next/best course of action. I think it’s the smart thing to do. (Probably because I’ve done it several times…) lovely write. H🌷

Many thanks H. Yip. Life can become exasperating.  That 'let it all come down' feeling and not knowing which way to turn or even step. Rob

Totally unrelated, but did you ever see the movie "No Country For Old Men"?   The flip of a coin...  And a great movie!

I don't know how old you are, but your writes remind me of a 1960s vibe (from what I've read from back then)  .   So cool.  I can picture you and your friends cruising in a big ol black Lincoln.  Windows down, smoking Chesterfields or Luckys.  Looking for the next happening poetry place.  
Yes, your avatar pic steers me that direction!  Yet many of your writes reflect it as well.

Great stuff.  Truly sighted in.

Many thanks Styx for that wonderful comment. There's no manual of life instructions thankfully. Guess we just do what we need to survive. I was born in the embers of the 60s. We would have been cruising on rusty bicycles though. Lol.