As leaves shrivel brown
15 February 2016
Rasping breath
I barely control
Life inches
Away slow
As I gift its every glow
Consumption my deed
Waiting death
She pays never heed
To self-pity
Her mouth grim
Her face marble as eyes swim
Serendipity
We once could
Be token of hope
Building light
Heart of might
I stumble more than I cope
With weight of wording
Literal
Prose and poetry
Woven bright
Through the night
The wand of age old wisdom
Words raising kingdom
Emerging
Two towers creep slow
From sands’ depths
Into skies
They bring truth where there were lies
End blood spent in waste
Burning trees
Within my bosom
Speak of fires
And wasteland
Oxygen for volcanoes
Disrupt blood and air
He whispers
Of breath that will cease
His hand soft
His cheek gaunt
His very touch daily taunt
As leaves shrivel brown
Reading of the poem:
Pergolesi – Stabat Mater (complete/full) – Nathalie Stutzmann & Philippe Jaroussky
Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum 
Another about the winding down of time and the inevitable end that we all must face. Wonderful.
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Thank you Poet xoxo
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Potent poetry, Geetha. The suffocation is visceral.
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Thank you Thomas. I am glad the sentiment came across 🙂
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You are welcome, Geetha 🙂
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She is a powerful lady! She pushes through, even with days tightening.. Lovely!
-Dajena 🙂
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Yes she is Thanks a lot Dajena 😀
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You are welcome Geetha! 🙂
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“Burning trees
Within my bosom”
^ Geetha, you slay me with lines like this. The most evocative words I’ve read about lungs ever! 🙂
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Thank you Tony, yes I meant precisely that 🙂
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Beautifully put together from start to finish. So was the music.
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Thank you Derrick. We are two then to put things beautifully together from start to finish. I am glad you enjoyed both the music and Shadorma like I enjoy your recounts of your day with those lovely images 🙂
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“I stumble more than I cope
With weight of wording” – your expressions are wonderfully crafted
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Thank you Hector, as are yours from what I read 🙂
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I barely touch the surface but you strive in the depth. 🙂
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What a compliment thanks but I think we both are equivalent in meaning
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I too love that line. it’s so evocative of the writing process!
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Thanks Melinda
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