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by Maureen Glaude

When life ends early, in media res,
the unexpected felling is a rude assault.
Youthful dreams destroyed,
abandoned loved ones devastated
by the exile,
the richness of a thriving mixed forest depleted
of its green timber
with an abrupt blow
after all of the growth and labour
into maturity.

A twig to a tree, then fallen,
soon deep beneath the underbrush.


Author's Note: from The Revenants, my current novel m.s-in-progress.

Posted on 01/26/2005
Copyright © 2021 Maureen Glaude

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 01/26/05 at 01:43 PM

this is so true, maureen... your analogy suits the feeling perfectly... the tragedy of a building block of life that should culminate with a beautiful set of golden years, ends abruptly in golden tears... great read... blessings...

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/27/05 at 02:58 PM

Worthy metaphor Reen. To me, this line is the very heart of the poem: the unexpected felling is a rude assault.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/31/05 at 12:32 AM

Symbolism quite striking. A poignant expression of sympathy that is universal in application.

Posted by H.M Stevens on 09/30/09 at 02:06 AM

I love this. What happens in nature-- so simple and delicate can often describe or relate to what is the biggest heartbreak for people.

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