Ash Leaf
Watching the moon
through a hole
in an ash leaf
*
What a caterpillar
didn’t eat frames a
thousand years
*
This poem is a leaf
where what’s missing
reveals the other side and
what’s left behind is
bound to fall
Watching the moon
through a hole
in an ash leaf
*
What a caterpillar
didn’t eat frames a
thousand years
*
This poem is a leaf
where what’s missing
reveals the other side and
what’s left behind is
bound to fall
i really dont get it why we cant see the moon in kolkata sky even when it is full 😦
Can’t see the moon? This is distressing. What are the conditions there that prevent it?
Running out of superlatives here, Jeff. This is up there with my favorite pieces of yours. (My mind’s eye is seeing a broadside with ash leaf illustration… 😉
Hm, did you say “broadside”…?
I love your work. And, as usual, there’s a quiet song hidden in all of your poems. (And I can only hear it after I’ve read it.) But it never fails!
Thanks! That is a wonderful thing for a poet to read about his work, and is much appreciated.
I’d quote my favorite line but that would require quoting the entire piece, and well, you know, I’m lazy.
I encourage such laziness. Thanks Robert!