Thursday, 11 October 2007

Autumn's Shadow

A new poem. By me. For class.

Fall's Shadow

There's a weather beaten clock
ticking out the rhythm of age

We only see in glimpses
the turns we missed in life

The skies are grey but
the eyes of the children are blue

Water pinpricks the skin but
does it cleanse or does it burn?

The puddles reflect what should have,
could have and would have

We lost ourselves in the process
of trying not to lose the others

Is it usual for tears to
drip down rock faces?

Our memories leave us
as leaves their trees

Even the ink in books not read
begins to fade in time

We carry the branches of
bittersweet to our own funerals

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