This Leaving Feeling
Below the boards I hear the water rushing
a stray dog strolls by to say hello
he doesn’t stop for long, keeps moving on
across Port Meadow the horses roam
I’ve got this leaving feeling, breeding in me...
The sun above sheds it’s strength with the season
trees undressing, will soon stand naked
arms held up but not in questioning
the bridge at Magdalen wheezing smoke
I’ve got this leaving feeling, chewing at me...
Abandoned nests descending in the gales
I’m shedding possessions, lightening the load
too many treasures to take with me
decorating Cowley with my life’s bright litter
I’ve got this leaving feeling, biting down upon me...
And after everything that has to be done, is done
can I return?
Once everything that has to be done, is done
will I return?
Will this feeling ever leave me?
When I leave
will this feeling be gone?
a stray dog strolls by to say hello
he doesn’t stop for long, keeps moving on
across Port Meadow the horses roam
I’ve got this leaving feeling, breeding in me...
The sun above sheds it’s strength with the season
trees undressing, will soon stand naked
arms held up but not in questioning
the bridge at Magdalen wheezing smoke
I’ve got this leaving feeling, chewing at me...
Abandoned nests descending in the gales
I’m shedding possessions, lightening the load
too many treasures to take with me
decorating Cowley with my life’s bright litter
I’ve got this leaving feeling, biting down upon me...
And after everything that has to be done, is done
can I return?
Once everything that has to be done, is done
will I return?
Will this feeling ever leave me?
When I leave
will this feeling be gone?
(2011, Aug)
Francine
Sat 24th Sep 2011 17:48
You paint a lovely picture using nature as a metaphor for life... and we all know this feeling!