April 13, 2012

A secret about me:

I preside over the arbored world

And monitor the deciduous forest

Beyond the latticed fence

And against my better judgment I

Entertain your nostalgia

One of these days I will ask:

How I shall I remember you?

Even Art Deco beauties wish some

Prescient soul had painted them

An easel a palette and some brushes

What good is a Memory without free will,

Who cannot evolve and regress? but my guess is

Deciduous women and deciduous men imagine

Each other green. 

Reviews

[Stephus]

This is pretty wonderful.

I suppose deciduous women and deciduous men imagine each other flourishing, too.

[asdarkeyesclose]

'Deciduous women and deciduous men imagine
Each other green.'

Simply brilliant, i loved the way you extended the metaphor in this. fantastic.

[Damien]

Great writing, loving the flow in it.

[just is]

Hey this is pretty darn good!
I enjoyed this. Awesome write.