…oh how softly
Gathered glints of dappled sunlight
branches bare themselves, painless and without lament
their emptiness fills the sky
their lost leaves dancing in swirling showers
spiralling down with unheard pealing
and petals float, phantom like. a murmur of confused colours
falling gently like snow, amongst the weeping trees
now barren of blooms, raindrops are beating
fading blossoms huddled in the dirt
then suddenly there is silence, nothing moves
and softly oh how softly, all lies sleeping
© Ann Bagnall
2012
Annie's Poetry 
Inspired word choices create a scene with passive motion and active pathos. Nice work.
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Thanks Mike – the pathos I was going for, I nearly always try to inspire emotions and passion with my words, my writing often comes from strong feelings – I have never really thought about passive motion as a technique though, but reading back I guess I do that quite a bit!
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Tranquil piece of poetry 🙂
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Thank you for the feedback I’m glad you enjoyed my site!
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