Sunday 3 October 2010

Petal

Time’s illusion’s
a speculation.

A yellow rose,
vibrant, softened,
falls in Autumn;
petal dropping, leaf and stalk,
with hardly any echo.

If only I could know that echo;
catch it now as rose
or flower pattern,
cycle season,
losing form

and heading out – away
into the void.

2 comments:

  1. a beautifully telling line "if only I could know that echo". Very very nice

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  2. I love this poem. It is officially my favorite for Fall 2010!

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