Does autumn mortality reap or sow?
As we fall away we find
It never leaving but what’s left behind
But without what’s left there’d be no leaves
No blossom; no sprig― nor cotyledon need.
Ought immortality rape our soul?
As we find our way to fall;
Harnessed by wind we shape the squall;
No longer contained by air we breathe
Each blossom; each sprig― or cotyledon we leaf.
Author notes
for Comet...
who loved the smell of wet grass
but had to leave us two days past
A contest entry
- All pets go to Heaven by desiredpain.
1155 points, ended January 20, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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As you Americans say, awesome!
And I don't mean just the poem. Your profile is wicked too. I love guys with a sense of humour. That's why you have just joined the elite club of Aribeth's favorites. Feel privilaged young man, as not everybody gets to join this elusive organisation!
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thanks...
I do feel privileged and... I'm Canadian actually... so doubly so.
Best to you, Mr. E. Russ Lee
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here's a picture you might like to see
this reminded me of it
http://jasonshine.deviantart.com/art/Belief-104822563
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awesome pic
That's cool dude.
Thanks, -. --- -.
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aw wow....this is lovely...sad though. good luck in the contest and take care
Stephanie ♥
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