Leaves & The Nature of Things

Leaves and The Nature of Things
 

 

Dead leaves fall from a living tree,

captured by a breeze, to gather at my feet

tiny mounds

of earth browns

and ill-colored greens

piled on one another / rustling / silent screams

tiny graveyards

unesteemed;

reminding me of last evening's

public television show (almost

apalling)

a special / they called it

on letters from the holocaust,

a reading / from surviving

members now grey and slowing

as they speak (aging)

in sepia slideshows during their

somber, teary-eyed recollecting;

lifting ghosts and rocks

heavy, from the moss

silver pictures of nannas, sisters,

brothers and fathers lost

to fading memories of the war

which time has (and they gladly)

frost, depressing

me in my big screen magnavox,

i remote control a pause

 

dead leaves of cemetary browns

and soldier greens,

lifeless and lifted by the wind

without empathy / or guilt of sins

an airy power, a commanding force / unseen

gathering / stems or limbs

of these casualties / of autumn

none following the flight

of concord winds

clustering together / piled / inartistically

at my sandals, toes wriggling

crunching underfeet

weathered

death seems simple - like a mindless breeze,

natural and indifferent

it is the way of things

shifting graveyards of leaves

as if a memorial of use-to-be's

from a roar of sightless tragedies

memorium of war

tombs of bodies / images of defeat

the simple

nature of things

in these leaves i see

of thee i sing....

Reviews

[Swetha]

i must say, i never expected poetry like this when i created a contest for nature poems. i've learned quite a bit about nature and poetry itself...thanks for submitting your writing!

[Butch Decatoria]

And thank you as well