I would capture the leaves
As they fall
To save them the hard fate
Of touching a cold
Unwelcoming earth
I am ridiculous.
Why should I seek to stop such things?
Anyway
The unwelcoming earth
Refuses to take the leaves
The leaves must make their way inside
Slowly,
In time
With their own disintegration.
That is progress. Growth.
It is also letting go. Dying.
It is the only way.
16 comments:
You are not being ridiculous, just protective and concerned. Decently written. Keep them coming!!!
What a profound poem .. you are right of course, like the stomach digesting certain foods, mother nature is no different. She take things into her body at her own speed. Bravo Sandy!
I think we are the impatient ones. Not Mother Nature.
It is the only way. Well said Sandy.
I enjoyed this piece. I love the exploration of the leaves and life and death. Ridiculous? No.
I wrote a poem called "The Fall" that explored the death of leaves as if they represented the passing on of individuals. I'd love to know your thoughts.
Kat
So true. With regard to inevitability, acceptance is the key. ;) Now there may be denial, possibly some delay, but like leaves (and paper money) we all rot someday.
Beautiful Sandy..
Thank you for your comment on my Buttercup post, it is always a pleasure to see them Sandy...
Tom
My blogs: Wiggers World and Pictures & Words
i feel wistful reading this..beautiful and moving
really a nice poem..
very touchy.. :)
Hi!
It's been a long time since I came here last time.
How' ve you been?
by the way I like the poem.
Because I sometime feel down with some reason.
it's hard to feel down.
but sometimes feeling down, that's why I can
find out joyful and happy life.
Hello :-)
Great to locate your blog!
Very nicely written...
Regards,
Dimple
http://poemshub.blogspot.com
Hi there!
If you have some time, I invite you to please care to visit my site and take a time to leave some comments
http://www.filipinoliterature.blogspot.com
Sentimental poetry,
Novels,
Essay, etc
Thank you and Have a nice day! :)
sandy, my friend studio lolo directed me to your blog saying your poetry is wonderful. and indeed, if this poem is an example, what a joy to find you. i hope you don't mind if i come back.
i'm a writer and love to write and read poetry.
i'm also an imp.
xo
sandy..i had not realized ..that 'writing in faith' had so many arms....very beautiful...i am hooked...
so true...well said!
So is life Sandy. Some lives out there are like the leaves. They fell on the ground, unwanted. They could not fend themselves and are left to rot themselves on the ground, to die, to decompose.
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