Brian Sambourne Poet Free verse

Imprints

burned, blackened leaves
leaving their bony outlines
on grey cemented sidewalks

autumn's sun
binding leaf shadows
seared into the comfort of cement
scars of lost life

leaves long decayed
beyond the reach of what they no longer are
legacies left behind
surrendered to the rustle of footsteps
that step onto an active stillness

sometimes we don't see the imprints because of too much on mind
sometimes we have to fight for all the etchings we have left
as winter slides us 
                            elsewhere

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John Read February 13, 2025 at 10:38 AM Enjoyed reading your poem Brian a well deserved contest winner. Brian Sambourne February 25, 2025 at 6:53 PM Thanks very much, John, for your affirmative message. Very thoughtful of you to respond to my small posting. Best wishes. Brian

Sam Kauffman January 31, 2025 at 12:14 PM Congratulations on your win, Brian. Your theme of discarded seasons through the analogy of discarded leaves and the imprints they leave on us is so masterful and wonderfully written in short lines that match the short life of fallen leaves! I am so sorry to hear about your mom. Have been in your situation and I know the time it takes to care for a loved one. Blessings to you! Glad to have you back. Brian Sambourne January 31, 2025 at 3:34 PM Thanks very much Sam for your generous, kind words. My mother had a tough 23 month parting in the care home. She is free of pain now. The constant care giving can certainly sap one's energy as we tended to mum daily. Yes, the dark leaf ethchings were a good spur to my pen. Many thanks for your stop by. However,I am sorry to read that your mother has passed as well. Take care. Brian

Thomas Wells January 20, 2025 at 11:29 PM Brian, this is good clear imagery, and what a great analogy! I gather you won big in a contest with this. You deserve it. Congratulations! Keep writing! Best, Thomas Brian Sambourne January 25, 2025 at 7:41 PM Greetings Thomas. Thanks very much for your stop by + congratulatory remarks. With my mother's death this past summer, my intense care giving has waned considerably (though others wait in the wings). Hence, more breathing space to write for the time being. Take care of yourself. Cheers. Brian

Craig Cornish January 16, 2025 at 8:32 AM Brian, I have always loved your writing - no exception here! Brian Sambourne January 16, 2025 at 9:38 AM My sincere appreciation, Craig, for your recognition of my postings to Poetry Soup. Your contests are free of heavy poetic hurdles and that is most conducive to my free verse meanderings usually tied to an image that sparks my pen. Thank you again. All the best. Brian

Gary Radice January 15, 2025 at 1:04 PM Brian, great to read you back at Poetry Soup…and what a comeback poem! It has Brian Sambourne written all over it. You can always tell a gifted poet in my book..a poet that can make the ordinary extraordinary and bring to life and attach meaning to imagery that we the readers may often take for granted. Cheers - Gary Brian Sambourne January 15, 2025 at 4:52 PM Greetings Gary Thank you immensely for your kind words. I wish my poetry fully lived up to them. Now that my beloved mother has passed away I will have more time for free verse wanderings. With sincere appreciation for your support and outreach. Brian