Monday, October 16, 2006

The Last Whisper




A twist in the wind
A memory darkened
elevens...breaking...soars...divining pain...and light
Leaves
Storming

A sprinkle of rain
Alone with the crows circling
confused...red slices...spirals...withered...brushing death
Leaves
Pattering

A carnival ground
Remembering smiles
destroying...treading softness...gathers soil and waits
Leaves
Returning


19 comments:

Bernita said...

"A carnival ground..."

Terri said...

Oh wow, what vibrant photos. Keep 'em coming my friend :)

Unknown said...

A spiral of autumnal memories, a drift of dancing russets and reds. Beautiful images, lovely poem.

Sam said...

Now I know what it feels like to be a leaf falling from a tree - cool!

Anonymous said...

You're just killing me with these photos. Could you, um, send me over a box of those leaves? Please???

Anonymous said...

Those leaves could be from trees here in Germany. Nice photos

Wilf said...

I love, 'a carnival ground'. Lovely words, lovely photos, Jason.
Addy

Anonymous said...

Excellent. Each word an image, each image a leaf, each leaf upon the wind - spent. Well done.

Great catch with those photos too Jason. :)

anna said...

Beautiful photos
beautiful poem
last word is brilliant!

Fran Piper said...

Splendid pictures, splendid words.

It's 4-5 hours east and through the mountains to find any serious autumn leaves. Thanks for bringing some to me!

Anonymous said...

Bernita, :)

Terri, thanks. :) I'm really loving my new camera.

Atyllah, A spiral of autumnal memories, a drift of dancing russets and reds. Sounds like you were there with me!

Sam, thanks for the compliment! I was trying to make the meter of the italicized portions feel like falling.

Dana, you know, I'm tempted to do it. :D

Joni, thank you. :)

Steve, this mix is from a northern hardwoods forest. Red maple, beech, birch, ironwood, hickory, etc. It's nice to know the forests across continents are so similar.

Addy, much appreciated. :)

JLB, Each word an image, each image a leaf, each leaf upon the wind. What a beautiful description!

Anna, it's so great to see you back! Hope your trip went well. Thanks for stopping by. :)

Fran, my pleasure. :)

Suzan Abrams, email: suzanabrams@live.co.uk said...

A nostalgic remembrance of autumn for me, but hopefully only for the moment.

You have a nice talent for poetry, Jason. I enjoyed this poem very much. You write it simply & blissfully.

cheers

Jaye Wells said...

Nary a leaf has changed here. And when they do I'll have a 15-miute window of color before all the leaves hit the ground. I appreciate this small taste of real autumn.

Marie said...

Beautiful words to go with beautiful pictures.

Autumn seems to have missed England this year.

Anonymous said...

Susan, thank you, my friend. :)

Jaye, autumn is only now really reaching the Philadelphia area. It's funny how Pennsylvania has 3-4 weeks of autumn cascading from the north and west toward the southeast.

Normiekins, thanks! I do enjoy photography. I did a lot more as a teenager, and I'm having fun getting back into it.

Marie, we've had some recent dry years when autumn was a dud here too. This year was wet in late summer, so we're in good shape.

Anonymous said...

Your photograph is so lifelike I can almost smell the sweetness of the dying leaves. Isn't it something how the leaves of deciduous trees are brilliant only in death? There is something noble there...or am I being overly dramatic about a common occurance in nature? Perhaps.

Your poem is familiar and nostalgic, somehow. When I read it, I feel frightened and safe at the same time - much like the feeling of being a child.

Always an experience...

Anonymous said...

K, Your poem is familiar and nostalgic, somehow. When I read it, I feel frightened and safe at the same time - much like the feeling of being a child. Such a high compliment! I just want you to know how much I appreciate your openess to the experiences I try to share.

Cie Cheesemeister said...

beautiful.

Anonymous said...

Thanks, Cheesemeister. :)