Crumble

I am crumbling in a late autumn breeze
Defined by its frigid, cruel composure,
Passed soci’ties that fall apart with ease
With dreams fading into the dust and blur
Of existence: a now faint memory
In which boys and girls scream and chant for peace
Or recall old world blues in shades of green
Now found in orange and yellow’s caprice;
Does death really beckon from crumbling skin
Dry as desert’s wind?  Or would death rather
Hide in asp’rations that fade from within?
Either way, we all fall apart for sure.
In a world of lights, I am but a glint:
A crumbling leaf crushed by human footprints.

Author's Note

I find oftentimes that I miss my old style.

Photo courtesy of ayazahmad of Deviant Art.

Reviews

[Bluefire]

Sometimes when someone dies, a scary thought enters my mind.
Was that someone ever really part of this earth, or did the ones left behind just make up these memories?
The only proof that they existed would be a skeleton in a box six feet under, and if you dug it up would that really be proof enough? Who's to say this skeleton ever moved, ever spoke or danced?
...
Anyway, I like this poem a lot. It's beautiful and I like it's story and atmosphere.
Well done. ^^

[Tai Ryens]

We could say the same about the stars, aha, Thank you Blue.

[Bluefire]

Aye, they are quite alike. You're welcome. ^^

[paul sal.....]

I fear Mankind has not the capacity to learn from the past because we keep repeating the same asinine things over and over again. We just kill with different weapons these days. It's one thing do die of old age or love or loneliness, quite another to die at the whim of an autocratic despot, crushed by their foul smelling boots, for they spend their time walking through our despicable past crushing grapes for wine that tastes like piss........................and

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you, Paul

[Pax]

i think i see two sides of this, one is that we tend to missed about our past and its fading beauty, yet that's part of life and how we grow... second one is that how our nature is slowly dying, the things we are bountiful in the past seems to be very limited now a days...

very well expressed my friend...
not sure i get it, but i do liked it!

[Tai Ryens]

Those are quite new interpretations, I see it now but not before your meaning of this poem; thank you, friend!

[Einstein Noodle]

Taite! whats with you man!!?? it's SPRING!!! and summer comin' on .. i think you need to stop over for a pint on the deck ... you are welcome bro :)
but..... we certainly do crumble
no matter the time ...
all living things must die ..
and thats ok says i ;/
skol!
E.

[Tai Ryens]

In my defense my place of residence has but two seasons: rainy, and, "It's going to rain in a few months." Ahaha, thanks, Einstein!

[Einstein Noodle]

oh Taite .. i do feel your pain ... and damn the rain .. the invitation remains .. we skipped spring here... and summer is a scattered 10 days with one or two amid winds less than 15 mph ... but we are hearty men right??? we can lift a pint in winds of gale force if need be :)
E.

[stars are far]

That was very well done.. and peace is actually a main concept that manys talk about now ,due to the wars and whatever here and there.. so yeah..that was quit a great piece

[Tai Ryens]

I think wars were always somewhat glorified in history, despite being terrifying and devastating to both personal lives and countries. Thanks, Stars.

[Baby Ricochet]

Lovely little piece Tia. .................

[Tai Ryens]

Thanks, Baby

[Rachelle]

Even leaves crumbling and decomposing have their place in the order of things. Decomposition provides fertile ground for the new to germinate and push through the dark depths and into the light. In life, one phase ends but provides fertile ground for the next - and if we have the courage to accept and face it, we will grow.

[Tai Ryens]

I know, aha, well spoken Rachelle. Thank you!

[Rachelle]

You're welcome!

[Rachelle]

No gremlin in this one.

[Frieda P]

Great minds & all that jazz Tai, I just wrote something similar. ;) Crumbling indeed, I do love your desert winds upon parched skin, my favorite line: "Hide in asp’rations that fade from within?" Kudos, going in my favorites toot sweet!

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you, friend! And is that so? I must read it soon, aha.