Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, May 12, 2014

The Leaves Have Eyes

The leaves have eyes
You think no one sees what you do
You are wrong
The leaves are thousands of silent witnesses
They write my story in bark etchings
that you can't decode
The roots remember everything
When you say that I best be careful or
you'll bury me in the ground where no one
will find me, I just smile
The trees will know
They're waiting for me.


Marcoantonio Arellano said...

not just leaves. do ever see how birds tilt their heads and chippers do also. but the wind hears everything.

hope you're ok, mi amiga

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Liked this very much - as I said to another favorite writer, this is both audacious and approachable. So well done is this. Remember, the eyes of God see all, and in God's eyes we're all guilty - a thought that comforts me.

Anonymous said...

really haunting ending, Ms Mouse! really wonderful take on this painting!

Mama Zen said...

I really like this. I got the same kind of vibe from Seraphine's work.