#deadleaves
This is what can happen if you let the fragment of a suggestion play itself out. Dangerous? Perhaps.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCLX)
One dead leaf that October left fr'intents
Behind for old time's sake, 'non dances, pale
And lonely 'cross the naked blacktop, frail
Or homeless where snow skulks in cold suspense,
(To hunker down like yielding is pretense)
Its fragile essence like ours as th'exhale
Drives it on forward, March' winds chill detail
As our iniquities til Death. Ah, whence?
I had this notion there was more as twere.
Like, if we bide our time, Spring shall 'gain woo
As wont. But if you hear the Scriptures fer
Lo, even this dead leaf, all pales. The crew
Of happy souls on Instagram, and poor
Lil me none knows, will answer, LORD, to...You.
10Mar19b
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
Orange, yellow, brown
Covering the dull gravel ground
Parched so bad
Lifeless
Yet beautiful
Painting the canvas of dreariness
The world
They have fallen
Yet strong enough
To make someone's heart
Scream with joyness
Cheer up an empty soul.
They'll crunch weakly
When black boots step on them;
The'll rustle along with the breeze
When the heartless wind pick up;
But why...
Did they fall?
Did they give up?
"They're dead leaves child"
Said her mom
Bending closer to her ear
A faint smile painted
The latter's parted lips
Agaped due to the beauty
Of the painted canvas
Right beneath her...
"Mom...I love them"
She mumbled
Letting her small feet step away
From the heavenly canvas of
Dead leaves....
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 12:34 PM UTC