Posted in Poetry

Nothing New To Say

The sun has risen just as it always does
The leaves turn brilliant colors and they fall
I see it all with placid eye because
I really have nothing new to say at all
Never mind me; it won’t be my downfall

Love has come to stay, where it never was
That smile across the breakfast table mine alone
I see it all with tranquil eyes because
I really have nothing new to say, I merely drone
Never mind me if clever words have flown

Death arrived, a bee without a buzz
It stings and gives no honey in return
I see it all with docile eyes because
I really have nothing new to say that can be heard
Never mind me; I’ll sit beside the fire, watch it burn

The sun has fallen just as it always does
The crocus and a daffodil burst through the snow
I see it all with timid eyes because
I really have nothing new to say, no words to show
Never mind me; it matters not, although…

© Jilly’s  All Rights Reserved

 

Grace is hosting at dVerse and we are challenged to write Quintains.  I have chosen an English Quintain which follows this format:

*The rhyme scheme for English quintains is usually A-B-A-B-B.

*There is no set measure or foot (the number and type of syllables or feet).

Author:

A wild soul writing poetry.

23 thoughts on “Nothing New To Say

  1. I recognise this feeling very well, like right now I’m struggling to keep up my resurgence of a poem every day because, really, hasn’t it all been said before? Nice to see how you use that feeling to create a beautiful poem 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. The refrain of the last 2 lines of each stanza, echoes that sentiment and mood of hiding and retreating to oneself, away from the crowd. I see it more like a defensive posture although… that ending word may be say otherwise. Good work here Jilly.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I get a similar read as Grace, of coming out to see life, and then retreating or retiring to safety. As if one were (dont be offended please Jilly) a little mouse to come out, explore, then scamper back. I love this feeling of exploration, and safety… great write… 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  4. I love the way your understatements foreground the brilliance and beauty of the season, Jill, especially with the repetition of ‘just as it always does’. The world goes on without us anyway but the speaker of your cinquain is waiting for a new lease of life.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s