Wilting Life Comments

beautiful creation! nature love and diction are lovely, the professional wanderer. you may like to read my poems. thank you

Hi Leah, Beautiful poem; touching the heart. The weeds of dandelions reach for the sun and cry in the night.. The lines brings out the agony of 'a slave for eternity'. Great. Keep writing.

But the silence leaves the air dead Lift it from the root and discard of the remains As the sea carries the soul violently to a new world Yet before its death did seeds take flight Landing in a vast field; creating new life a slave for eternity to the sun im inspired thank you and keep writing

Very deep! I like it! !

A living being is born to be a slave of the sun. In SUNDAY MORNING Wallace Stevens came to the same conclusion. He ends with the line WE LIVE IN AN OLD CHAOS OF THE SUN, and then he gives us five images from nature, the instinctual, repetitive, non rational patterns of nature. And it's very consoling because of the inevitability he portrays, we surrender to it. Your poem has quiet and inevitability, but you don't readily surrender. There's a resistance in your poem as if you're asking IS THIS ALL THERE IS? NO, THERE MUST BE SOMETHING MORE! And if there is, you're alert, you'll find it. The language of this poem is wonderful, the multiple tones, just pitch perfect.

Very profound. As Sandra Feldman said below, it needs to be read and savored slowly to be able to absorb all the meaning.

The weeds of the dandelions reach for the sun And cry in the night A picture captured so well. Thank you

What was holy is not sacred or valued now. I agree with you, well said.

So very deep. Touches all the Mystery of existence and wants to leap at the encounter of the unknown. To discover the very throne, the Sun giver and preserver of Life. Questioning our history, our eternity, perhaps. Excellent piece, to be reads slowly, many times. Unusually rich.