Saturday, July 12, 2014

Showers of golden colors - a shadorma

                                                                                    Attribution: Jen's Blog it or lose it
Image: A Dying Leaf  (here)

Note: A shadorma  comprises six non-rhyming
lines and the syllable pattern is 3-5-3-3-7-5

A lone leave
floated down slowly
of a change
Showers of golden colors
were fast approaching

Name of the game when
useless and
was left to fend for himself
Life could be unfair

For Mindlovemisery's Menagerie


  1. Beautiful images and flowing words. Really enjoyed this :-)

  2. Left all alone, can sure be unfair indeed, poor leaf lol

  3. I am thinking of autumn season ~ But in life, it can be unfair, I agree ~

  4. Man, Hank, you nailed the shadorma. I really don't want to think of fall at the moment, but it's an endless cycle. Plus here, it's winter, 2 weeks of bad sledding, a month of 100 degrees... and winter!

    The use of the word "attrition" in relation to the death of a leaf was quite effective. It's usually thought of in the business world, posts being phased out as people retire, so to see it in this scenario really made me think. Thanks, Amelita

  5. Change always comes whether we want it or not. Soon there will be another fall, then another winter, and another year. You have drawn a bittersweet and beautiful picture with your words.
    Kind thanks for your visit to Poetry of the Netherworld.

  6. autumn will be here soon enough, its my fav time of year...
    metaphorically we can not stop change anymore than we can change the seasons...
    def though the second one is tight hank

  7. Hank, this is lovely... falling leaves do remind us of approaching monsoon... a sign of hope through loss... how beautiful!!

  8. It sure can==and attrition feels like life at its most unfair. Thanks, Hank. k.

  9. Yes -- life can be horribly unfair! -- Unfair to be a dying leaf in the middle of summer lushness! And then the reminder to all -- everyone has the same fate -- winter always comes. This is wonderful, Hank :)

  10. Please forgive my lateness in commenting your very deep poem, which invites reflection ... life is life, in all its facits ... and proceeds through its own cycles ... Thank you Hank for sharing.