Maple Lives

Maple Lives

A Poem by Epipsychologist
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Not about Canada

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It was beautiful, the way he died.
They said it was like sleeping.
All his loved ones gathered 'round, and cried,
Like winter willows weeping.
Their little tear leaves fell gently down,
blessing the trunk that bore them.
Those seedlings scatter across the ground,
          Like Onan's wasted semen.
Green leaves can be pleasing to the eye,
But amber hues are more splendid.
That's how artists try to justify,
Why spring and summer ended.
With colorful splendor do they paint,
Rife changings of the seasons.
So we perceive death's beautiful taint,
as giving our lives reason. 

© 2013 Epipsychologist


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Absolutely stunning! You possess a unique voice.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Yeah. Leaves are cool. This is kinda pretty really

Posted 10 Years Ago


Epipsychologist

10 Years Ago

Yeah. Too bad they all fall in like, one week. Where I am everything is already brown and papery.
This is a beautiful poem peppered with alliteration and great rhymes. I wish I had written this. I like the comparisons to human passing and the passing of nature in this. This poem is art in itself and going into my favorites right away.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Epipsychologist

10 Years Ago

Thanks Relic!
I read In Memorium early in the semester and now all my poetry has a tint of it.. read more
I frequent a local state park because it's only 7 miles from my home in suburbia hell and I miss the Midwest. I was there yesterday with a friend and she commented on the fall color, and I said, "Isn't it amazing how alive with color every looks despite the fact that it's all dying/hibernating?" To me, the flat green everywhere in spring/summer is boring, and if I'm bored, I might as well be dead. :) I had point here somewhere (still working on my first cup of coffee)...ah, paradox, that was my point. The seasons make me feel paradox and your poem touched upon those feelings I have. I especially loved the last two lines, a perfect summation. Thanks for sharing it.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Epipsychologist

10 Years Ago

Thanks Sioranth,

There's definitely a paradox in the way we love scenes of beautiful .. read more
Sioranth Smith

10 Years Ago

I absolutely understand this as I used to do a lot of "rural ruin" photography. To me, all that rot .. read more
This is good work, Epi. I liked the hushed tones that whispered through as I read aloud. 'Winter willows weeping' plants such a lovely image. I pictured these trees in some Rivendell. Fall is a time of death, but also a time of rest. This is a beautiful little piece. Angi~

Posted 10 Years Ago


Epipsychologist

10 Years Ago

Thanks Angi.
Where I live is surrounded by woods and creeks, so this is a perfect time of yea.. read more
Death is all part of life and this poem respectfully and literally portrays something that many fear, to be viewed as a dignified and edifying conclusion !

A profound and eloquent masterpiece my friend !

Posted 10 Years Ago


Epipsychologist

10 Years Ago

Thank you Tom.
Glad you got it. It's the perfect time of year to focus on the depressing thin.. read more
What a wonderful metaphor you employed! Death is part of the circle of life.....and there is beauty there if one observes closely enough. Written with wise and velvety ink. Lydi**

Posted 10 Years Ago


Epipsychologist

10 Years Ago

Thanks Lydi,
The seasons have always been connected with death and mutability, hence our havin.. read more
Death does not have to be harsh; Nature knows how to accept it better than we do. This is beautiful, Epi. Your poem reminds me of the book "The Fall of Freddie the Leaf", only the message is for more 'seasoned' readers...

Posted 10 Years Ago


Epipsychologist

10 Years Ago

Ha, I'll have to check that out.
Rita L. Sev

10 Years Ago

Leo Buscaglia is the author: http://www.amazon.com/The-Fall-Freddie-Leaf-Story/dp/0943432898
for the poets, it seems october and november are poetic months..that change in seasons...

just as love is prone to such changes, and how it changes our moods...we feel warm and cozy...then we start feeling the chill of winter coming on...death and/or death of a relationship...the frost, the freeze...and the hibernation of the heart.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Epipsychologist

10 Years Ago

Yes indeed,
I think I read too much Frost last year. Now I can't look at nature without feeli.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

i reread this sad piece but also saw the uplifting part of how we come to appreciate what we are goi.. read more

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Added on November 8, 2013
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Epipsychologist
Epipsychologist

Chester, PA



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I'm heavily interested and influenced by psychology. I also appreciate philosophy although I haven't taken any courses since high school. I believe a good writer should want desperately and insatiably.. more..

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