Autumn's Samsara

I can't write poetry for the life of me, so this is pretty much my poor attempt at verse. It probably doesn't make any sense at all, nor will it have any depth, meaning, or poetic valour. My 'inspiration', if you will, is not personal, but derived out of

 

Ten leaves of autumn fall silently

to the ground.

                     No more, no less,

simply ten small leaves of gentle

crimson and golden sun.

                                    But that

crimson—

               oh how wonderful a

crimson of fading October can be,

as the nocturnal sun falls away

into the endless horizon.

 

And behind that veil of stars and

wind

        those ten leaves will blow

and dance across carpets of black,

a light against the sombre tapestry

that unveils the chaos of being

and the shadows of truth.

 

For those ten leaves,

                              no more, and

no less,

            are the sun, the moon, and

those oh so many stars that hide

in waiting behind that imposing

ball of flame and life.

 

When those leaves mingle with

the taciturn sweetness of that

autumnal night,

                        Lustitia’s scale is

even in the mirror of nature’s truth;

each leaf a year,

                        of life into blood,

falling into darkness,

                               behind that

mysterious veil of black,

                                    and night.

 

Oh, those evil flowers of evil,

that budded at your stem, and

flowered at the tip of your

verdure,

            now rot while your

rubicund life falls victim to the

whims of earth,

                        like light upon

everlasting gloom.

 

I will miss you.

Author's Note

Also note that any odd sort of bits with seemingly-poetic techniques were actually done on purpose, on the attempt of making it a little more powerful.

Reviews

[Chaotica]

rawr.

i wish i was smart enough to understand this but just the way you put words together is pretty to a muffin anyway... :) im sorry... ill try harder... next time.