A wise poet once surmised
"Fallen leaves will climb back into trees."
I quickly dismissed such malarkey.
Fallen leaves can not climb back into trees
It is an impossibility. It is.
An impossibility.
They age: the leaves do. They turn brown
and get tired. They fall off the tree.
They return to the soil if they are lucky
or they get blown or raked and gathered
up and taken away to rot and decay
and they never I repeat never
reattach themselves to
the trees which once
loved them enough
to nourish them.
They.
Don't.
Re.
Attach.
It.
Doesn't.
Work.
That.
Way.
And what, what, what if leaves did,
one day, find their way back to the
branches?
They don't.
They won't.
Do.
That.
This was written for the Thursday Poet's Rally. This is my first time participating. I hope I am doing it right!
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/09/22/thursday-poets-rally-week-29-sept-23-29/
hello, friend:
I invite you to Attend Thursday Poets Rally Week 29, linking in a poem by commenting,
Happy Thursday!
How are you?
Posted by: Jingle | September 23, 2010 at 08:23 AM
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/monday-poetry-potluck-kings-queens-and.html
Hello, friend:
Monday Poetry Potluck Is NOW open, linking is open from Sunday 8pm to Tuesday, 8pm, welcome join us by linking in 1 to 3 poems, you could use an old poem, the more you share, the happier we are…hurry up!
Thanks in advance.
Hope to see you in our lovely potluck…
Posted by: Olivia | September 27, 2010 at 12:20 AM
love the structure of this one :)
Posted by: Lilly | October 06, 2010 at 06:58 AM
If the opinion is right, they are deprived of the opportunity of exchanging error for truth
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