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Leaves wilt…

A poem I wrote a few years ago when I started my Poetry course at University Campus Suffolk. Instead of listening to the lecturer and learning the theories I was to be assessed on, I often looked out of the window and started to write whatever came to mind. This was probably the first poem I ever wrote in the accepted poetic form of stanzas and punctuation.

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Leaves wilt…

Leaves wilt, they tear me apart,
A spider’s web creaks like a piece of art,
A sparrow ducks, a dipper reaches for food.
This is a leaf’s life: eternity, beauty, and sorrow.

An Italian girl skips joyfully, down through cobbled streets,
While the white wind wisps past her red-blue skirt,
The local boys’ eyebrows rise with pleasure, and fully.
The girl is carefree… she enjoys the attention she gets.

And this shiny plate marks the spot where I met
Her, my girlfriend, in a Literature lecture hall;
I find it hard to forget this place as it signifies
The start of our ‘real’ life, when everything

Started to make sense, when our lives finally left
Footprints of where we had been and what we had
Done; but I regret not expressing myself fully to her.
Now I walk through a never-ending forest, a beautiful

One at that, one which allows me to reflect upon these
Mistakes and hopefully learn from them. A jolly good
Walk always solves a problem; no matter how a problem Appeared, breathe in some fresh air and you’ll see!

Leaves wilt, they tear me apart,
A spider’s web creaks like a piece of art,
A sparrow ducks, a dipper reaches for food.
This is a leaf’s life: eternity, beauty, and sorrow.

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