I wanted to practice with my imagery in my poems...this one I tried to incorporate vivid sounds, sights, and smells. Let me know how I did and what I should change.
A rustle of leaves, gliding on pavement
Scratching gently, proceeding carefully
Crunching leaves under my steady feet
The crisp wisps of burning leaves
Departing as frail ashes from golden flames
The flames spit the grey fragments
They float away with a secret grudge
Of burning away their once brown bodies
And silencing their crunching ability
The flames lick the air with complacency
The metallic fumes of oil reach my nostrils
Another tactic of ridding of these pests
The leaves discentigrate
Under a roaring machine
Sealing their fate
If I were to be a leaf
Which would I prefer?
To burn, then to be taken by the wind
Or to remain, but shredded to bits?
I know not this, but maybe the latter
2 comments:
This is good.
I'm curious. Why would you choose the latter? Good thoughts, though.
because I'd rather remain in pieces than not to remain at all. (With not remaining I mean burnt away, I say this in a poetic way and not scientific because the atoms of the leaf remain, but are changed.)
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