why i dont picture leaves | The Art of Poetry | Page 1

frozen in green
a watch ticks as a leaf trick—
trickles down a freckled frown
of dark jade spots, and an ISO font

"a leaf falls on loneliness"
writ the poet lo!
the caption remained

frozen in green it glows
a watch ticks as a leaf trickles
down
i shivered
—or was that a shutter?

a willow stretched out her arms
light yellow breeze sounded
no alarms
a leaf fell on loneliness

a willow frozen in green
green eyes of glass,
a cameras windlass
a willow frozen in green
and fog and haze and grain

with a refrain:
a leaf falls on loneliness
as sun-flares flare the lenses

into pixel consciousness
a leaf condenses
into pixels and selective thought

a leaf falls on rot
and though it sought
immortality it has not!

a leaf falls in motion
yet the picture is still
a leaf falls with a notion
of it's dying will

will willows weep a shrill
perched upon a yellow hill?
will a leaf fall on loneliness?
writ the poets quill

digitized undeath
when a shutter captures a leaf
shall i digress?

—i am not e. e. cunnings*

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