Leaves, leaves green yellow and brown
some on trees some on the ground
Pages of different ages, a different time another clime
In piles some decay are burned or blow away
Leaf's parts containing life, some of peace some of strife
Talking leaves on a critic's breeze
some dead, some alive
ghost words, once read, perish but some survive
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: July 7th, 2024 11:39
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, Qurrathul Ain
Comments7
Good write SB.
Thanks so much Orchi it's appreciated
Excellent work.
Thanks so much Thomas I appreciate your read.
Leaves = poems....'some dead, some alive' says it all . Thanks Soren.
Don't know if first to see it but first to say it. Yes Dave that is what I had in mind. Thanks so much for the read.
Gotta come to grips with metaphors sometime or other, 'spose.........
Good first lesson in an easily digestible chunk. Thanks again.
Picture perfect, the world is filled with different colour and shape and size leaves, a metaphor stunning on my eyes. 🌹
Thanks Teddy I appreciate the read friend and kind words of understanding. Yes it is a metaphor.
Such fine true words soren.
Andy
Thanks so much Andy I deeply appreciate the review and kind words
Bringing forth his fruit in his season...
Thanks so much for the read and interpretive comment it is appreciated.
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