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- Memory, Devoured by Leaves
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Memory, Devoured by Leaves
I think things become lost in this forest,
covered and devoured by leaves and spills.
This forest, this wake and wrinkle
of dying things from whence springs
the mourning of my weariness.
Oh, the dampness!
Shhhhh… you must be quiet now,
if you want to hear what I remember.
These little memories are delicate
and shatter far too easily.
Like these trees, they can scar and burn.
- COMMENTS
annaswirlsover 19 years agoI was immediately drawn in. Immediately, and held there, although the whence always makes me wince as does oh. just me. I have other comments, if you want, just ask, I hate being nit picky in public :)especially with terrific poems
twelveooneover 19 years agoI agree with Eve about the title.
There seems to be a new smallness to your writing,
even the other seemed gentle.
It is very good
WickedEveover 19 years agoShhhhh... Three Hs are enough. I have a thing about shhhhhhhs and ohhhhhhs.
Oh, the dampness! A bit too much. Maybe drop the (oh) or the (!).
The title was poetry. The poem is very good. Hope you don't mind the insignificant suggestions. :)
Maria2394over 19 years agoforest floor be damp indeed
but quietness aches for echoes
ache for need
I am listening, whisper your memories
in deluge of leaves
