Sandra Adams Poet Free verse

Through Paned Glass

Breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves 
in the fardel of branches as they trembled 
beneath the relentless breath of april's storm

i watched them from my window
this paned glass smudged over
with the splatter of lashing rain
pulsating against my hands
as i struggled to see clearly
through the ambages of drops
gliding down in an oblique trail
as they fell from ashen skies
and sullen eyes the same


this window has become my passage
to the forbidden outside world
where society once traipsed freely
upon these cobblestone streets
yet all i hear are the echoes of rain
as it plummets downward

all i see are these trees
struggling to remain grounded
in the lash of storm's fury

forthwith i see 
you, me, a  society
clinging together
likes these leaves
in the midst of this storm
trying to break free


april 24, 2020

* Breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves*
line credit to Vijay Pandit

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Kim Rodrigues May 3, 2020 at 8:21 PM Lovely! The last verse says much! Congratulations on first place, Sandra!

Eve Roper May 3, 2020 at 11:03 AM Back with a big congratulations on your win. Hugs Eve

Silent One May 3, 2020 at 6:00 AM I can feel the angst and sadness in this poem, i like how you compared your situation to leaves outside... it is relevant to lockdown at the moment, but also reflects a person who could have social anxiety... brilliant from your pen.. Congratulations on your first place in the contest..

John Hamilton April 26, 2020 at 10:36 AM So good Sandy, great to see your muse is on the loose again! Hey heard from Chris G I've not heard from him, is he gone again? Sandra Adams April 26, 2020 at 9:02 PM Thank you so much John...I really had to coax her to write this one...I saw your contest and am hoping she feels like writing a rhyme... He hasn't written in awhile but I don't think he's gone totally... he comments here and there... hugs

Demetrios Trifiatis April 25, 2020 at 6:48 AM An masterfully constructed poem with a plethora of impressive imagery and multiple messages dearest, Sandra Great work. Good luck my friend. Hugs xxx Sandra Adams April 26, 2020 at 9:00 PM Thank you so much Demetrios for such a wonderful comment... hugs XoXo

Eve Roper April 25, 2020 at 12:36 AM Great imagery, of the now ,and the sounds of emotion. Sandra, a society of shaking leaves. Good luck in the contest. Hugs Eve Sandra Adams April 26, 2020 at 8:57 PM Thank you so much Eve... one can only hope the wind's soon end and the shaking subsides... hugs and blessings

John Watt April 25, 2020 at 12:32 AM Windows and rain are two powerful metaphors you use to good effect, Sandra. Love your vocab, and your portrayal of the sadness at pondering "the forbidden world outside". Your poem speaks for many of us enduring the storm. Good to see you again. Hugs ~ John Sandra Adams April 26, 2020 at 8:56 PM Thank you so much John...we have had our share of rain for sure... love using nature as metaphors... my mind has been lost among the storm....my muse was hiding and even reading was difficult it was like I was reading and not comprehending things.... hugs and blessings

Quoth Theraven April 24, 2020 at 10:48 PM Hello Sandra, I like this poem. It goes well with Three Dog Night's 'Just an old fashioned love song...,Playing on the radio.,..... And wrapped around the music is the sound Of someone promising they'll never go'. I hope your week-end is good. -Richard Sandra Adams April 26, 2020 at 8:54 PM Thank you so much Richard... sorry for the late reply..my mind's been off in the depths somewhere, reading and writing were not coming easily... seems to be coming back a little now, maybe because I tuned the news out now... your reply brought a smile … hugs

Vijay Pandit April 24, 2020 at 3:58 PM Superb imagery from start to finish--and a poem filled with emotions touched by poignant hues of forbidden outside world. Excellent, as always, and worthy of a TOP win, Sandy. Sandra Adams April 24, 2020 at 4:03 PM Thank you my friend, your kind words are always an appreciated smile... your line inspired my muse, so thanks for that she has been fickle these days! I am glad you liked the poem that came from your words.... Hugs :)