Aware
When I opened the door
I found the vine leaves
speaking among themselves in abundant
whispers.
My presence made them
hush their green breath,
embarrassed, the way
humans stand up, buttoning their jackets,
acting as if they were leaving anyway, as if
the conversation had ended
just before you arrived.
I liked
the glimpse I had, though,
of their obscure
gestures. I liked the sound
of such private voices. Next time
I'll move like cautious sunlight, open
the door by fractions, eavesdrop
peacefully.
20 comments:
Morning BB!!
Very very pretty poetry for a Tuesday and my favorite greenery is ivy!!
Hugs C
PS Glad to see you back!! You were missed!!
Cool poem! I would probably barge right in (out?) on that ivy and demand that it hold the noise down. :D Have a great day, Betty!
I love that poem. I want to leavesdrop now, too.
Watching that world around us a bit closer is so nice
Nice, but my taste in poetry isn’t so refined. Has to begin “There once was a man from …..”
Lovely poem. Ivy is a peaceful plant.
Love the poem!! :-)
Nasty gossipy leaveses, spreading lieses about you. They just want your Precious. Kept the door closed!
That's beautiful - thanks for sharing!
We are also glad to see you back and love the poem. What fun to think like an ivy plant. Take care.
That was very nice!
This felt so quiet and confessional. Lovely.
Pearl
Nice! How to spy on ivy...
Awwww poor Ivy!! What a wall flower!
:-) Take care
x
That picture is beautiful!! I sure have missed your poems. :)
eavesdropping is really difficult when you can't hear worth a darn :)
ha. i like to listen to the leaves....esp this time of year...cool verse...was not familiar with it...
A beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing. I like it that ivy never gives up and finds a way to return.
The best nature writing always unfold a human truth. Thank you for this.
Enjoyed!
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