The Absence
February 11, 2012
I wanted to find the perfect word
to describe the way leaves part from the trees
in their autumn of goodbye
but instead I’ll discuss my own removal
a silent shivering orphan
disappearing around hidden corners and up dead end streets
and all the ghosts I’ve ever known
Play my dirge so sweetly
their cold hands know each note by heart
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I like the opening lines too. I think they’re brilliant. If you think about it it could be a lifetime quest to find the words to describe to the way leaves part from trees. I love the way you think and the emotions you express!
Thank you Selma!
I like very much that you like.
great opening lines val..
Thank you Guy.
My opening lines are sometimes weak so this means a lot that you liked it.
Ha! Like a fuck you. hard to write happy leaf poems sometimes…
Yes, a little leafy fuck you!
I’m having one of those weeks. Sigh.