Wednesday, 4 January 2012

The Leaf That Knows It Will Fall

I am the dust on a sandy beach
The tear that drips in a rolling wave
The gentle voice by a nuclear bomb
And the kiss in a storm that shakes while you sleep.

I am the Polaroid that fades
The flower that wilts and the ear that bends
I am the tree you lean against
I am the floor of the Sistine Chapel.

I am the sky beyond the fireworks
The thirteenth brick in the seventeenth wall
The match that’s damp, a car with no petrol
I am the leaf that knows it will fall.
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2 comments:

  1. Crimson Ebolg8 January 2012 at 10:21

    This poem seems so familiar to me - did you write it in one of our classes? My favourite image is the floor of the Sistine Chapel: that completely encompasses the feeling of being over-looked and unappreciated.

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  2. Martin Jeyes8 January 2012 at 12:52

    ello! I think it might have been from uni, yeah.

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