Springtime Fallen Leaf

Some are lost before we know them

(Painfully)
Noticing
the (lack of)
time

that is
(not)
going by

and yet
another day
passes
and you
are
still (not)
here.

What is
here
and
yet
not?

All those lost
before their time

and (your) time
was never to be now
(or then).

And yet
your time
(never)
began.

Author's Note

This is about a stillbirth.

Reviews

[Pencrafter]

Your poem seems to express the transient nature of life in this world. There is much that we would like to do, and people we would want to meet, but time snatches away opportunities and relationships. Your poem poses some interesting philosophical questions and states the need we all have for companionship. At least that's the way I read it. Nice job.

[Corset]

duo articulation, what is, what is not, what will be, in formation....cosmic dust, forsight, hindsight, past , present, future, ego , I am.

[Mazie Tackett]

interesting poem

[B. Maaitah]

it's like a fusion of two poems, very touching... I like it