Best Allegoryautumn Poems
How could I have known
That when I opened the creaking gate
Of the field of my life
And invited you in
To do the necessary work
That your activity would be so painful
And yet ultimately
Bring about a harvest?
Setting your plough
To dig down deep
To turn over
And break up
Almost touching the deep bedrock
Of my soul
Revealing me in all my created
Rawness.
Leaving me exposed
Rich pickings for hungry gulls
Whilst all that I had previously
Thought worthwhile
Is torn from its root
Dies
And is re-interred
In the soil
Of my life
Now I lie open and naked
As my neat furrows are
Rained upon
Reduced
Frozen
Broken down
Emptied of all former life
Waiting
Then one day
The returning sun of your love
Gently warming
O'er lengthening days
Begins my re-awakening
Precious seed is sown
In prepared ground
Watched over
Anticipated
And the Autumn pain
Brings life
And hope.
Eyes have closed
The yard is empty now
except for a few
memories
lying captured in the grass
like flies in a spider's web
You'll never forget
the lazy summer days
of the bright colors of an
autumn evenings
spent here
amidst the grass
and the fallen leaves
Silence
and a thousand
tears cannot assuage
the pain
Sweet companionship
gone now
Conversations and
unanswered questions
gone into "the animal soup of time"
They've cut down the
old cherry tree
and my heart died with it
Every time he loves
Flowers travail
From courtship to marriage
He leaves a trail
Of dead blossoms.
Every I go to war
Flowers and children wail
Where bombs fall from magma rain
From seared and blownout foxholes
There is a dead trail
Of flowers on bumps of graves
Every time we make love
Flowering you
I die to become a spat of blood
Emotions slithering back
To the crinkled autumn tree
With the dead bud of spring.
Did you watch the sun arise from its slumber;
Were you there to watch the birds take flight
At the first sign of mornings light.
How do you live, feeling just okay.
Is each day nothing than the air you breathe.
Have you ever seen the autumn leaves swaying in the wind.
Do you ever put your mind at ease.
When was the last time you were still,
Listening only to the silence.
As the sun returns to its slumber
Do you ever count the number of shimmering stars
Glistening in the night sky.
Do you ever wonder why?
Why is it the world tells you one thing,
But you feel it should be the other way around.