free formed

It wasn�t much to look upon
A page of simple words
Blown along to twist anon
A rage of thoughts un heard
Caught at last on leafless twigs
To tear and flex with ease
A shout of torn and tortured truths
Flapping in the breeze
Bitter litter caught by
Naked Winter trees
To cause
A token memory of
Leaves

Reviews

[Gandré]

oh Donald, how beautiful. Fantastic short words with a wonderful rhythmus. Perfect rhyme.

[AK]

Very, very nice. I really enjoy the richness you achieve with so few words.

[Vanessa Whiteley]

There is a great energy to this sort of windblown.

[April Child]

This is very nice. I like how the naked winter trees kind of echo the discarded feelings on the page and the images are vivid in my mind of the flying flapping sheet catching in the tree and being ripped, also resonant with the feelings on the page. It all works very well though I have to agree with the previous reviewer... the last line is kind of superfluous.

[Nameless]

this has beatiful rhyme, i love how you say so much in the fewest words. that makes for great poetry.
I'm not sure you need the last line though, i think it would end better with just:
A token memory of
Leaves