LEAVES

meditate 

LEAVES

 

Just one more of many

Dead amongst the dead.

A simple plot

swept sweet, forlorn

by the breeze that blows

the dry leaves curled

between my restless feet.

Remember me,” they whisper,

as they skitter past the tombstones,

ruined angels,

littered marble..

Remember me,” they whisper,

and are gone.

!? 

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homeless Jpig

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!!!

The Reverend Hellfire is a practising Performance Poet, President of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity Inc., and an ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanists AND the Church of the Universe.

“All slang is metaphor, and all metaphor is Poetry”-G.K. Chesterton

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~ by reverendhellfire on October 13, 2013.

4 Responses to “LEAVES”

  1. A fine little poem, poignant and sadly expressive…

  2. Without new leaves we shall not breathe.
    Your poetry sustains in quality…

  3. loved the inter-play in the remembering-issue..
    Skillfully carved

    Peace & Light

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