As leaves shrivel brown

As leaves shrivel brown

15 February 2016

Courtesy Tomasz Alen Kopera on saatchi-art.com

 

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