Thoughts fall like leaves

by DarkLight   Feb 22, 2012

Thoughts fall like leaves,
rot like fruits without teeth,
at times give shade and at others resemble the withered lip of a naked branch.

There are bodies that crack space,
break it as they fill it,
wound it as bread wounds certain mouths.
And there are shadows that heal that space,
close up the wounds that their bodies made,
restoring those bodies
from somewhere more intimate.

Thoughts fall like leaves and rot like fruit,
but have no roots and do not move in the wind.

Thinner than bodies and their shadows,
they neither crack space nor heal it:
they are a tree of space,
without roots,
in the center..


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  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    "Thoughts fall like leaves and rot like fruit" - excellent and an excellent piece!
    All the best,

  • 10 years ago

    by Silent Girl

    Very well written amazing poem :)

  • 10 years ago

    by Yrem Crish

    Amazingly written!very so deep..i like the metaphors, the flow of every line in your poems...every part is it!
    rate 5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Rachit Bhanage

    What a clever thought !
    Our life too Rhymes along with nature,the happenings and events are much similar to our nearby environment,It depends on us to relate !
    "vision is the art of seeing things invisible" Truly said by Sir Jonathan Swift !
    You effort to transcend the boundaries convincing or expressing the phenomenon of life.
    appreciated !!

  • 11 years ago

    by Rania

    Weekly Contest, Judge comments:

    his poem has some of the best imagery that I've seen lately. Fruit without teeth? A branch like a withered lip? This is one of those poems that made me jealous of the mind that came up it.

    This poem had the interesting task of trying to describe what a thought is like. Appropriately, the only way the writer could do this was to compare thoughts to objects, and in the next breath to contrast them again. It's fitting, for the ethereal, intangible nature of thoughts to be both like and unlike, and never anything at once.

    This poet had two poems on my "short list" this week. I'm excited to see what they bring in the future.