The leaf
Waves to me
From outside -
Silver drops
Of water sit on its
Cool green surface
In voiceless eloquence
The nascent scent is fresh
Wild
And real
Redolent with memories and truths of early days
That evade language
And pulse on a transcendent level
My unsettled heart knows
And easily resonates with this diurnal rhythm
That existed before the word
Near the beginning
Of what could have been
Before the way was lost -
And then the drops turn to
Rain and dark
Tears
That stain the window
I sit before
In this self imposed prison
Of a shabby life
Ruled by social torture and
The sly manipulation of machines and
Things beyond dead -
We exist
Together in separateness
Pleasantly shackled
In this irrelevant circus of celebrity, destruction and death
As senses dull
Bodies die
And
Potential decays
Outside
Wind caresses the trees
And multitudes of leaves quiver -
The body
Knows wrong and
The body
Sings strong
With senses keen and
Mind resolute on escape
Anger blooms full in my heart
That I raise and swing -
Chains break - walls burst -
And glass melts
Into the earth as
Rain wakes exhausted flesh
To the rising thunder
Of what will be
For the body knows
In the poetry
Of a leaf
Waits revolution
This one hurt a little to bring out - looking for some suggestions/comments. Thanks all!