The cold blustery day
dying leaves
blown with no choice
to places they have no wish to go
The cold blustery day
dead souls
blown with no choice
to a place they had no wish to go
Leaves and souls
fallen from the tree
sap and blood
trodden in mud and fear
The cold blustery day
dead leaves and dead souls
leaves grow again
are souls lost forever?
4 comments:
powerful and poignant
that was beautiful. very vvd and sad
I thought this was lovely - great use of repetition, in a sense the form started to approach the idea of the repetition of lines such as a sestina or a pantoume - you might like to look them up, see what the rules are and see if you can make one. A very moody piece, very atmospheric!
I loved this. I love the way it starts simply, almost innocently with the leaves then the next verse powerfully introducing the idea of death by straightforward repetition of the form of the first verse. Then the wonderful blood and sap image, the leaves and the souls merging. Lastly the separation of the two and their poignant different directions. It reminded me of 'Where have all the flowers gone?'
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