Fragments from a Memory Lost in Time

I see a leaf. In it, a universe
Through its veins, and in them see branching time,
Which my mind finds too large, so I recoil,
And see veins again, but this time human.
I see a leaf but really I see skin.
I see veins and in them imagine blood.
But, leaf blood is air, right? Leaf blood is air,
Or nutrients? Or light? Or even God?
I see a leaf. In it, the universe.

I see a leaf, but really I see death.
And I, who have plucked it from a tree’s branch
Am the reaper. For beauty I've sullied
Myself, and the leaf. I see a leaf. Stop.




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Written on 2024-03-17 at 05:20

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Stream-of-conscious poetry (which shows up too frequently here) usually gives me a pain, but this nice. Well done, Sameen.
2024-03-17


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a really excellent allegory of our infinite power in this reality. We are indeed able to play the part of the reaper with such ease. Kyreus is right in his comment of course, though I would have said 'the ultimate creator is God'. Blessings, Allen.
2024-03-17


KYREUS of Sweden The PoetBay support member heart!
GOD is The Ultimate Creator.
2024-03-17