trees break, leave, their
shards pirouette tiny dancers in
brilliant colors, brave soldiers lay down,
fertilizing future generations, crackle under foot
& blown in the wind, others yet cling denying fall
even as they dry and shrivel, a
husk of what once
was, sun shines indiscriminate on
ea ch & we
Tell a story in 55 words. Give it a try or just read more, go see g-man.
Over at dVerse today Gay is leading us on a merry adventure in writing concrete poetry. My leaf above looks a little dried up already. Originally I was going to do a sunburst pattern but I am technologically challenged. Do drop in and see what others were able to shape up.