cutting room floor

destruction swears

she loves me more

 

let her take me down

 

while you learn to sing along

to lonesome silence

 

one season ends

another begins

 

we are dead leaves

left to rot in piles

of drab color

and hopelessness

 

as the world around us

blooms into a polychromatic

masterpiece

Reviews

[Mark]

I can't really tell whether this is a resentful rant at betrayals and destructions past, or a revelling in the beauties and joys of the present...But then, there's nothing to settle, is there, as they are both part of the grand, damned continuum, aren't they?
A most evocative picture, pal...OOOPS! Here comes the fire again, we leaves better scatter!

[Kerry O'Connor]

I miss your writing, and this poem, which sings in a quieter key of pensive thought is exactly why I keep coming back to find more of your work.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Blunt and beautiful.

[Robin]

there I go remembering about a girl ... and those almosts and how comes and that freaking word - if ...

[...]

I like this write except I don't know what polychromatic means.
Very well written. enjoyed reading it.