Of Leaves and Autumns
October 19, 2016
By ZA
A beauty in dying
Drying up,dehydrating and withering
We leave and lie in our flaming graves
We rustle, moans in the breeze
The summer passed too soon
Now we lay on the ground which we watched from above
We had giggled and swayed in the giddy sunlight
We had looked down at the ground pitifully
Not realising, we would be together soon
Now slowly losing identity
Breaking off bit by bit
Chipped and combined in brown
A part once, a part no more.
art, autumn, poem, zahraammar
Pearl Kirkby
December 8, 2016 by Pearl Kirkby
Besides the beautiful colours in the picture, the verse itself is – peaceful…like it detracts from the discomfort of contemplating death, if that makes any sense? It’s a near reflection of my own thoughts in transition at death. For all that this poem is about a rather dark subject, it’s really quite beautiful.
zahraammar
December 9, 2016 by zahraammar
It makes complete sense 🙂 It makes my day to find atleast one soul that can resonate with my words. I feel my existance has made a difference that day. Thankyou Pearl.
Pearl Kirkby
December 8, 2016 by Pearl Kirkby
Reblogged this on The Old Fossil Writes and commented:
This particular piece by Zahra Ammar rather speaks to one of the premises of Folded Dreams, I think…)